I don’t know how long I will remain in West Virginia. But I am beginning to understand why staying matters. Not because this place is perfect, but because I am not. And it is here—among these hills, these people, and these limits—that God is asking me to become someone new. Not somewhere else. Not someday... here.

It is important to consider that borders do not come from God; they are man-made constructs. They are nothing less than the result of humanities struggle to get along. In short, borders are the direct result of our seemingly inability to love one another. If we acknowledge then that borders are the result of our own sinful nature then perhaps we might not cling to them so tightly.

There are seasons in life when faith cannot survive on borrowed language. What once felt familiar may begin to feel thin. Easy answers no longer satisfy. Religious habits that once gave comfort may begin to feel too small for the ache, beauty, grief, and wonder of actual life. And in that place, many people fear they are losing faith, when in truth they may be standing at the threshold of a deeper one. Not a smaller faith. Not a looser faith. Not a faith emptied of substance.

Again and again, God reveals that what He desires most is not the kind of strength the world applauds. He is not searching for people who can impress Him with their capacity. He is looking for hearts that will trust Him. He is not drawn to self-made power. He delights in faithfulness.

Christian theology speaks into that uncertainty with a radically different claim. Human worth does not begin with the self. It does not arise from recognition, productivity, or public approval. It is not bestowed by the market, by popularity, by talent, by health, by youth, or by success. Human worth begins in God.

To do so would have been dangerous to my own soul because I would have believed that my truest self had arrived. Nothing would be further from the truth. My credentialed self would have arrived, but my true self would have remained lost. To wrap one’s identity in that which is fleeting is the beginning of the illusion. The truest profession you can have is your own self, with all the joys and flaws that come with it.