And Welcome. Michael Olan Webb

Welcome to my blog-site.  I am a husband to Shelley and father of six grown children (and grandfather to five!). I recently retired from my practice as a neuro-audiologist specialized in central auditory processing disorders (CAPD). I’ve always been a communicator through different media.  My chief avocation is writing.

Among other things, my leisure interests include kayak fishing, gardening in our greenhouse, cycling (recently resurrected), music and travel. I was drawn into a relationship with Jesus Christ in 1972, which, sola gratia,* continues to this day. That can mean different things to different people. My faith community is Anglican, fairly new to me, but deep in its historical roots. Christ, no matter what the “denominational stripe” may be, is the foundation of His ancient, universal Church, and He is not divided. (*Sola gratia: “By grace alone”)

If I were to write a tagline for my life, though there are many important and precious facets, for the purposes of this website, it would be this: I am a bent man walking on a street called straight.  Hence, the name of this site. What all that involves will be unfolded in the entries which follow in the form of posts and articles. Sometimes devotional, sometimes memoir, sometimes real, raw confession, sometimes whimsy, sometimes…who knows? Maybe even occasional poetry. But always honest and heart-felt. And hopefully relatable.

Some may be inclined to attach narrow interpretations to what “bent man” and “street called straight” might signify.  May I encourage you to open up a bit wider to explore more expansive concepts. Words–and their meanings–are often bigger, more expressive than they seem at first glance. However far too often these days, instead of being vessels of meaning and light, words are often–sadly–forged into dark weapons of mass destruction, with no dependable meaning. (See “Caveats…”.)

You are most welcome here–and I hope you feel that way.  If we were face-to-face, we could enjoy conversation with coffee or tea, or a cold brew.  But even at a distance–virtually–we can still have fellowship!  We may not always agree, but we can “agree to disagree” with grace and respect. Companion with me on my pilgrimage for as long as you feel the fellowship is meaningful and beneficial.

I’m on my way Home. Come and see where I live.    –Mike