The Start

Many times I have considered what having a blog spot might mean not only to me but to those who repeatedly ask if I ever am going to publish anything apart from poetry in collections noone will ever read. I believe the days of publishing great works of individual thought are coming to an end as are the days when people would pay to exam those thoughts. My conclusion in all my rationalization is this which presently you are reading...the current age of thought presentation known as Blogging.
The genesis of my own thoughts however random, scattered and abrasive they may be will inevitably end up in a curious battle over the subject matter I will pursue on the daily basis. Today I have considered already nine different concepts for which to bore the browser with as I contemplated whether or not even starting this post was a good idea. My conclusion was to introduce the reader first to the writing and now to the writer.
My name is Matthew Woolery. I was born in a small town in California in 1971 where I spent my early years in private schools and Southern Baptist churches. I never received a high school diploma for all my efforts but at 18 after a move to Arkansas I did achieve a GED as part of my entrance to what I hoped would be a life in full time military service. Uncle Sam at that time had no full-time positions open for GED recipients (only wanted the best of the best) so I turned my enlistment over to the National Guard and entered Basic Training in April 1990.
After all that wonderfull training in Georgia I returned to Arkansas with only one thing truly valuable from the time that being the start of a long distance relationship with a girl I had known for a very long time, yet never thought was as interesting as her latters to me in Georgia proved her to be. Her and I were married in 1991 after only a handfull of dates either in Arkansas or California. We both had plans to attend college, but were young and trying to manage finances and this crazy concept of living together. 1991 ended with us moved back to California, pregnant, and starting a new carreer in a new field.

The time in California was shorter than one could hope for as NAFTA became the US's first step towards true globalization. The company I was employed with closed and the job market in the west was trim especially for younger people. With two kids no job and no prospects a search for work in Arkansas proved fruitful and after a few long months my family was together starting over again, the constant yearning to teach Christ never leaving our hearts.
A few years in Arkansas turned us towards effective and active youth ministry and steered us on a course towards full time ministry leading us to Indiana to pursue a degree in ministry. Here we are with ministry constantly on our minds and the opportunities for those ministries opening up daily.