A native of New England, Connor grew up around hockey, scallops, good coffee, and American history, four things that remain a big part of his life today. After spending a few years pretending he knew how to sing and leading worship at a variety of venues, he fell in love with the art of preaching and would spend rest of his time in New England trying to figure how. He did this at the local Rescue mission, where he scrubbed a lot of toilets, hung out with homeless friends, and occasionally preached a decent sermon. In the beautiful humor of divine providence, he now has the privilege of serving vocationally at a sister mission in Knoxville, TN.
Though he often misses the sea, Connor now affectionately refers to Knoxville as “his” city. Here he makes his home, together with his beautiful bride Ashley, who graciously humors him when he rants about some dead guy at 3am. In addition to dating his wife, reading far too much, and smoking cigars, Connor enjoys an eclectic mash-up of musical genres, cooking and eating good food, photography, tattoos, and doodling in a variety of mediums. Due to his girth, short stature, and the ever-increasing size of his beard, he is occasionally mistaken for one of Tolkien’s dwarves (which is quite alright with him); he often finds himself in whole-hearted agreement with Gandalf: “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
Theologically, Connor has been most influenced by Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Richard Rohr, Thomas Merton, Fyodor Dostoevsky, A.W. Tozer, and Marilynne Robinson. He is a lapsed Catholic, a non-traditional pastor, and thinks house-churches are the future of Western Christianity. Additionally, the title of this blog is unapologetic Kerouac rip-off. Pass judgement as you will.