I created my Nostr account less than a month ago. I’m told that my first article got swallowed by a whale. I want y’all to know that I’m not at all like Jonah . I stopped running from God in my twenties. I’m sixty four years old this month.

I was given the profound honor, just after earning my Bachelor of Arts degree in Religion and Philosophy, of representing the concerns of Evangelical Christians living in Maine to the state government in Augusta. I led the Christian Civic League of Maine for two decades.

During that entire time the ministry argued, and campaigned effectively, against adding the phrase “sexual orientation” to the Maine Human Rights Act. With respect for our detractors we told the public that it wasn’t needed, and that it was a bold jump onto a slippery slope toward heartbreak and sorrow for Maine citizens.

We decided against playing insider baseball. In politics that would be lobbying. We decided to use populism – the referendum. Instead of money this tactic required signature gathering. Back when we were doing it signature gathering wasn’t a business. It is now.

We were so successful that we forced political and religious Leftism to bear her teeth. Like a pit bull she locked her jaw into my shin and refused to be shaken off. It took years of propaganda but eventually they were able to convince even my friends to believe that I’m a hater. My political and religious career ended in my early forties.

The internet gave me an outlet. Ejected from polite company, and bereft of institutional credibility, I was reduced to blogging in my own name on the internet. I was so toxic that fund raising wasn’t possible. For twenty years I drove for a living. I love to drive.

During the global lockdown I became essential. I delivered to homes for FedEx, until my boss discovered my blog. He maneuvered to get me fired and visited by the FBI. Months after having my FedEx driving credentials obliterated by his campaign the other drivers in the company learned that he was “actually” a woman on Facebook. He’d been changing his gender, and nobody knew. FedEx drivers don’t really have time for Fakebook. Thank God.

So … here I am on Nostr. I took the words and teachings of Jesus to heart in my twenties. If there’s one thing He’s more clear about than sex it’s money. He said you have to choose. It’s either Him … or money. He very clearly said that loving money ain’t a good thing … to put it mildly. Calling it the “root of all evil” can’t be real popular in the West at this point, I’d say.

Bitcoin never interested me as an asset – as something like a house or stock. It captured my imagination as money … currency. It’s volatility, and all the popular chatter about it as an asset, kept me away. Until I read the moral and ethical case in book length by @38a1c...2fd09 .

My brain is working me to the point of being all in with Bitcoin AS CURRENCY/MONEY. I’ve never aspired to riches or materialism. So I don’t care about Bitcoin as a path to riches or comfort. I see it as a way to provide value to others.

So, if any of this makes you into my enemy … so be it. I love my enemies. They’ve always made me stronger. I’m not your judge. But, I assure you, there is one.

We’ll all meet Him one day. Some have the honor to be weighed by justice, and be punished, in this life. Others will stand before Him in eternity.

Our job is to love. We are created to belong by properly valuing the other.

If you conflate love with sex then far be it from me to dissuade you. But sex is a lot more fun when the object is a child.

I have eight beyond-the-value-even-Bitcoin-can-measure testimonies to this universal truth.

They have names that transcend value.

They are my grandchildren.

Selah