The first post of any blog is difficult. You haven't really had time to consider what you want to write about,and you are still undecided about the look and feel about your blog. Do you dive right in and tackle the hard topics, or do you take a softer approach. For me, I think it is best if I begin at the beginning.
I was raised on a farm a mile outside the small town of Huntsville, Missouri. Huntsville is unremarkable as small towns go. It's glory days are long past, and now it is just a residential community and county seat. It is one of those small towns where everyone knows everyone, and for the most part, most people are friendly. I was raised in New Hope United Methodist Church, a rural church with a very small congregation of about ten people about four miles west of our farm. The members had known each other all their lives. It was a very Wesleyan church steeped in Methodism. I was baptised at age nine, and at that time thought I would be Christian my entire life.
My childhood was pretty uneventful. I was a shy child associating only with cousins, a few friends, and my twin brother. It was a happy childhood. I wanted for nothing. There was always food on the table, I had clothes to wear, and a warm bed to sleep in. As soon as I was old enough I started helping my father on the farm. I wanted so badly to be a farmer, a dream that would never come to fruition. Life's events turned so that I will probably never be a farmer. I was in the same school district from kindergarten until I graduated, knew the same classmates the whole time. My life was no different than many farm boys that grew up outside small towns across America.

Despite this rather ordinary, and stable childhood I suffered many insecurities and low self esteem. I was at times a nervous child. I carried this with me into my teenage years, and despite being fairly social and outgoing now I am not totally past it. That made what happened in my early adulthood even harder. Once out of high school I decided to attend NMSU (now Truman State University). I did not want to go to college. I wanted to be a farmer. However, my mother wanted me to. Her words about farming were "You will never make a living at that." Her dream was always to live in town, be around people, and I think she wanted to push that dream off on her children. So it was no surprise to me when I flunked out. I stopped attending classes for reasons varying from my algebra professor was senile to labs for Chemistry were at six in the morning to I was not pleased with my chosen major. So after one semester I returned home.
There I enrolled in Moberly Area Community College. I loved it there. I made new friends, enjoyed my classes, liked my professors. I wrote for the school paper, and also served as it's photographer. Not long before I would have graduated, my father was diagnosed with lung cancer. They did not give him long to live. Despite this he lead a four year battle to survive. At one point after radiation treatment the doctors thought he was "cured." The cancer came back, and he spent his last few months bedridden. He passed away on an October evening, and my world was shattered. You have to understand, my father was my world. He wanted me to be a farmer like him. He taught me so very much. And he was very protective of his children.
I had attended church sporadically since entering college. And after Dad's death I stopped attending nearly all together. I had always had problems with depression and self esteem since becoming a teenager, and after Dad's death these begin to get worse. I began looking for something to fill my life. I looked at various belief systems, and after three years fell upon one called Asatru. Asatru worships the gods of Norse mythology, Odin, Thor, Frey, Tyr, Frigga, Freya, and others. I quickly used my research and writing skill to make a name among it's followers. After three years I found another religious group that was very similar called Theodish Belief. Instead of being Norse though they were Anglo-Saxon Heathen and worshiped the English equivalents of Odin (Woden), Thor (Thunor), Tyr (Tiw), and many others. There was not much material on Theodish Belief, and as I had a skill for writing. I set about producing material for it. By 2003 I produced my first full length book, and by 2012 I had produced six more under the name Swain Wodening. I was fairly well known among what had became known as the Germanic Heathen community. I would not say famous, but many people had read my books or websites.
Heathenry is at it's heart a simple religion. It has a code of honor, and a belief in a concept known as Wyrd, which is very similar to the idea of karma. There are set rituals to worship their gods and to build community. For the most part, most Germanic Heathens are your average hard working and honorable people. They believe in being kind to each other. However, there is nothing in Heathen beliefs to encourage compassion. And there is a firm belief in being strong, standing on one's own feet, and sadly revenge. So there was and is an element in Heatherny consisting of a good number of people that are guilty of pettiness, That is they are hateful, vindictive, and unforgiving. And among their favorite targets were writers they disagreed with. The groups I was a member of were not innocent of this, dishing it out as good as any of them. And I too was at times very vindictive, but having been raised to be nice to everyone, this began to wear on me.
So by 2011 I began to question my beliefs. I was tired, downtrodden, and felt beat. I had went through a messy divorce with a Heathen woman that was abusive and self absorbed. I was separated

by my son by more than 600 miles, and my critics were unrelenting. I started seeking again. What I wanted was a religion with compassion. At first I tried to change Heathenry, writing blog posts on being kind to others. They were not received well. People accused me of not letting go of Christian beliefs. Only a few had good things to say about them. Then while writing one night in 2014, it struck me, the Golden Rule was the answer. I started attending church. And realized Christ was my Savior at my first Communion in decades. I have not looked back, or regretted my decision to return to Christianity despite the fact that it may in some ways be easier to return to Heathenry. I made a good income off pagan book sales after all, and there were people I was friends with. Returning to Christianity meant starting over.
That is not to say it has been easy. There are those that won't allow me to forget the past. Not a few perhaps think I am pretending to be Christian. Many Heathens have insinuated that. I am not. I am as much a Christian as any average church goer if not more. I never was much for pretending anyway. No, I am happy I refound the Lord. I love singing in church (even though I am not good at it). I love my church family. I love God. I earnestly believe in being kind to one another. Had I known life could be like this, I would have never became a pagan. And thus my word of warning, no matter how bad things may be due to a divorce, death of a relative, disease, you name it, do not turn from your faith. Instead turn to God no matter how hard that may be to do. In time you will find peace. I just wish it did not take me 20 years to do so.