I am going to take a chance to tell you about me. I don't really like to talk about me, so I won't do this often. The point of this blog is not to hear me stand on a soapbox, and declare how I have figured out the ways of the world. If there is anything I am sure about it is that every time I prepare to turn a corner of "knowing" something, I find myself on a street that is innumerably more confusing then the one I just left. This blog will be equally sharing knowledge as it is sharing confusion.
My name is Ryan Kjesbo-Johnson. My name represents me in that it is not the name I was born with. I was born Ryan Johnson. Yet it was in marriage that I found the women that has helped me re-define the world and myself. My name represents to me the fact that my wife is my partner, my constant support, and she is me. Never would I have thought I would have said that sentence, because I didn't know that love could be like this. I love being a husband, and it is more important to me then any other decision I have ever had to make (honestly!). In a society that often bypasses thinking about the names we hold; my name represents the commitment and love I have for my wife.
I was born in the "inner-city." "Inner City" is such a stupid term only used by those who have an ulterior motive to be talking about the "inner city." Now meeting me you would probably wonder how a white kid from the inner city could still be such an awkward nerd but it's true. I wouldn't change any part of my upbringing. Growing up in the city shaped my perspectives on race, and the realities of the world I live in. But I did not grow up in poverty, nor did I live the tough life. In this blog I will always aim to not pimp my childhood to be something it is not, rather to add clarity to the views I hold.
As long as I can remember the thing that I find passion in is helping others, which is a simple idea but is hard lifestyle. I believe that this means everything from eating sustainably and valuing the environment to fighting cyclical poverty and understanding institutional barriers. This blog will be a way for me to share how I live out my care for humans, amongst the complexities of the realities in our world. Now do not mistake this blog as sharing truth, rather constructive thoughts for the cause.
Finally, I am a recovering cynic... bear with me.
My name is Ryan Kjesbo-Johnson. My name represents me in that it is not the name I was born with. I was born Ryan Johnson. Yet it was in marriage that I found the women that has helped me re-define the world and myself. My name represents to me the fact that my wife is my partner, my constant support, and she is me. Never would I have thought I would have said that sentence, because I didn't know that love could be like this. I love being a husband, and it is more important to me then any other decision I have ever had to make (honestly!). In a society that often bypasses thinking about the names we hold; my name represents the commitment and love I have for my wife.
I was born in the "inner-city." "Inner City" is such a stupid term only used by those who have an ulterior motive to be talking about the "inner city." Now meeting me you would probably wonder how a white kid from the inner city could still be such an awkward nerd but it's true. I wouldn't change any part of my upbringing. Growing up in the city shaped my perspectives on race, and the realities of the world I live in. But I did not grow up in poverty, nor did I live the tough life. In this blog I will always aim to not pimp my childhood to be something it is not, rather to add clarity to the views I hold.
As long as I can remember the thing that I find passion in is helping others, which is a simple idea but is hard lifestyle. I believe that this means everything from eating sustainably and valuing the environment to fighting cyclical poverty and understanding institutional barriers. This blog will be a way for me to share how I live out my care for humans, amongst the complexities of the realities in our world. Now do not mistake this blog as sharing truth, rather constructive thoughts for the cause.
Finally, I am a recovering cynic... bear with me.
