Welcome to this, my very first and very expected post, welcoming you to my new blogging project.  I’m calling it “Myths From Mundanity.”  It’s a very bold name for what will be a writing exercise exploring Catholic truths through my life, my fandom and my creativity.  Those of you who know me know that I’ve tried my hand at blogging project before – from the my heathen days on LiveJournal oversharing every moment and feeling of my life, to my efforts to make Geeks With Issues an internet-based pop culture sensation, to whatever else I’ve dreamed up, built a website for and then never done more than a first post on in places like WordPress and Blogger.

So many attempts, and I’m yet I’m still trying – some people call that insanity, and some people call that faith.  In my case, I call it a chance to figure out how to get this blog thing that I find so damn fascinating right – and to give myself my best shot at success, I’ve come up with a few ways that I’m going to do this blog differently from my previous projects.  First, I want to try and give myself a topic that is both extremely focused and yet broad enough to not run out of material – hopefully, my Catholicism through the lens of the popular culture that not only do I love, but has been critical in the crafting of my personality, will do the trick.  I want to not lock myself into a format – I’m going to use a mixture of personal stories from the past and the present in order to explore where I’ve come from, who I’ve grown into, perhaps who I’ll be, and how Catholicism has made those simple experiences stunning.  I also want to be a little creative along the way, coming up with a range of creative thought explorations that combine the geeky and the divine to help communicate my (all too human) understanding of the magisterium and how it relates to anyone out there reading this.  And finally, I’m not going to let this get out of hand – I know that I work in waves of intense creativity, and then intense introspection, two phases that don’t make a good regular series work.  That said, I think if I commit to writing one post a week I can find a happy balance.

I’d like to think that all of this is a plan that I can actually make work, but it begs another question – “why this?”  Why put time and effort into writing about this topic, when I could write about something fluffier, something less difficult, something more entertaining?  I could always say that writing has interested me for years, and that it’s an art that I desperately want to get better at.  I could say that I’ve not had a creative outlet like this blog in a very long time.  I could say that the challenge is good for me mentally and spiritually.

However, the best reason I have for “why” I am called to write this blog is that I want to be able to find a way to words to help articulate, communicate and understand my faith.  The best example I have of this need occurred when I was speaking to an old and dear friend about my return to the Catholic faith.  He asked me why – a fantastic question, and a possible door that I could have used to open the door to evangelization.  And there are so many answers I could have given:  my love for the beauty of our rituals, and how they are ancient and timeless;  how our faith has the most real connection to the divine of any religion I’ve considered, through the embodiment of the real presence in the Eucharist and and communion of saints;  how I’d experienced a deep and abiding connection with our Blessed Mother, whose intercession I attribute to keeping me from falling too far to be redeemable;  the tremendous power of the Divine Mercy, and of the Sacraments, and how they give hope to a hopeless sinner like me;  how Catholicism is the closest thing I’ve ever found to actual truth in my lifetime.

Instead of saying any of those things, I told this friend that returning to the Church “just happened.”  How weak and foolish an answer – because I could do so much better.  It was a huge facepalming “you have got to be kidding me” moment – one of those moments you stand in the shower, and lament how stupid you were for not saying what you actually felt and instead choosing the easy thing.

So now, it’s time to get out of that proverbial shower and do the hard thing.  Say the words I know I can say, say them well, and probably say too many of them.  Along the way I will try to explain my faith, to understand it myself, and I will use the lens of popular culture to tune my telescope to the Morning Star.  I hope that in my journey you find some meaning, or if nothing else some entertainment.