Today is May 20, 2008. Thirty years ago there was a screaming baby boy that came into this world named Timothy Bryce Wilson at 7:37 am.

The transition to thirty hasn't been a big deal for me. I know there are a lot of people try to stay eternally 29. NOT ME. Dear Lord no. I have earned this age. I think those feelings also come from a verse from Timothy that talks about not letting anyone looking down on you because you are young. I am so sick of that verse. I feel like my whole life I have claimed that verse and still do. Come on people I AM THIRTY! I don't feel young. My knees creek, my back hurts when I wake up, my hair is thinning by the day, and the sport I play the most is golf. I know I am thirty and will readily admit it. People in their twenties shouldn't feel this way.

I guess thirty is still fairly young to be leading a new movement of God. It was around this time in Jesus' life that he started his ministry. I can't imagine being the Son of God and waiting this long to do what you were really here for. Maybe there is something about this age. I do feel like I am entering a distinctly different era. You know who you are. You know what you're good at and what you're not good at and you're hopefully ok with that. You don't need all the excitement and thrill of your twenties. I am most happy being with my wife and having my son climbing on me in our living room. I would be incredibly bummed if Veritas doesn't work out but I know that isn't what defines me. I would much rather have my wife feel fulfilled and have kids that know they are loved and important to me than a church that looks successful.

Also today I have thought of how much we don't know about Jesus. A lot of things have happened in my life up to this point. I can't imagine my story being told with a focus on the next three years of my life with only a smattering of information from my past to fill in the gaps. I guess it brings out some of the humanity in Jesus to me. We both were at a point of transition at this age and moving into what we were made for. I just hope there isn't a mob from Bay View that wants to kill me three years from now.

So as I enter this next decade of life I have a God that loves me, a wife I don't deserve, a beautiful son, a goofy dog, good friends, loving family, and an opportunity to live out what I believe I was made for. So all in all I think I am in a good place. Here's to the thirties. I think forty might be a little more traumatic, we'll see.