This week I came across a blog that promised I could discover my life’s purpose in 20 minutes.

The method was simple. Take out a blank page. Write at the top, “What is my true purpose in life?” Then keep writing answers until one of them makes you cry. Apparently, when you get to that answer, you have found your purpose.

Now, I don’t want to be too dismissive. There is something right about slowing down, asking deep questions, and paying attention to what moves us. Most of us probably do not do that enough.

Who am I?

I am Paul. I'm a husband to Mel, a father to Eva and Thea, a pastor, a coffee drinker, and a trail runner.

How would you introduce yourself if you were meeting someone for the first time?

Often, our identity becomes wrapped up in what we do and how well we do it. Our sense of worth is tied to our performance.

So when we're succeeding at work, achieving goals, and receiving recognition, we feel good about ourselves. But when we fail, struggle, or fall short of expectations, our sense of worth begins to unravel.

It’s a big weekend of sport.

The Super Rugby semi-finals are here, the Women’s T20 Cricket World Cup begins, and the FIFA World Cup has kicked off. The last of those is the biggest World Cup ever, with billions of people expected to follow the tournament from all around the world.

Sport has a remarkable way of bringing people together at a time when so much seems to push us apart. In just a few hours, it can capture the full kaleidoscope of human emotion: joy, sorrow, hope, frustration, anticipation, relief, and celebration.

Last week I had the chance to head to the Reach Conference in Australia.

Each year, it is a great encouragement to gather with brothers and sisters in Christ who are committed to reaching their cities with the life-changing news of Jesus. We sit under clear and faithful Bible teaching. We learn from those who have gone before us. We carry burdens with one another. And we return with renewed clarity, vision, and commitment to keep going in the work of ministry God has given us.

“There are no atheists in the death zone on Mount Everest, everyone believes in something bigger than themselves up there.”

“Sorry for my language, Paul, I didn’t realise you were a pastor.”

“Can you tell me more about what your church is like?”

Those are all real conversations I’ve had over the past month at my Tuesday night trail running group. It’s a group of men and women who love the outdoors, love running, and love talking honestly about life. And almost every week, someone asks me about my faith in Jesus.