Gary Taylor

At the age of 32 I married my best friend, Beth.  Thirteen years later we are blessed with two very energetic kids – Jack (12) and Calleigh (9).  My wife is a ridiculously good cook who loves hosting dinners in our home, and then I go to the gym to work off the calories.  I am an avid reader who appreciates contemplative, Spiritual conversations shared over a cup of coffee. Hobbies and interests include reading and writing, journaling, working out, and St. Louis Cardinal’s baseball.

This quirky little story from my high school years has become a metaphor describing my life mission.  As an awkward and shy ninth grader, I was enamored by a girl named Dawn. One day after Sunday School she asked if she could sit with me in church. I was thrilled that she wanted to sit by me, but then she said, “I noticed that Charlie always sits by you, and I like Charlie. If I sit with you I can be close to Charlie.” (It stung at the time, but it’s pretty dang funny now that I think back on it.)

My mission in life is to live in such a close friendship with Jesus that people want to hang out with me, knowing that they’d also be close to Jesus.

Recent Blog Posts

That place where God finds you

I was at a water park with my family when our daughter – about 5-years old at the time – snuck off without us noticing.  Upon realizing that we were separated, I scanned a huge crowd of hundreds in my immediate area, feeling a wave of panic and of deep concern.  How...

The Compost Cross

Nature recycles fallen trees by way of decay, breaking them down into reusable nutrients. Bacteria, fungi, and insects devour dead trees that can no longer resist. The very things that the tree defended against when alive are responsible for the tree's decay. Seeds in...

March of Madness

March Madness. More than a series of games played in March. The madness of exuberant joy paired with unforeseen hope. Heart-wrenching, breath-stopping, out-of-nowhere Cinderellas. At some point a bracket buster takes center stage. It's part of the madness. Who could...