This is the post I wrote after learning of Michael’s death a year ago. I offer it again in the hope that it will help you understand how much Michael meant to those who now write on Internet Monk, and why we write about the things we do.
I had been wandering in the post-evangelical wilderness for a long time. But I never knew what to call it until I began reading Michael Spencer. And I never knew a genuinely safe place to talk about it until I entered the discussions on Internet Monk. Then I knew I had found a guide, and a group of fellow-wanderers.
The site’s popularity testifies to an undeniable fact: I am not alone. There are multitudes of us out here in exile, weary and dry-mouthed, panting for streams from which to slake our thirst.
- Longing for grace.
- Longing for some thoughtfulness and common sense instead of the gnostic fanaticism that tries to pass itself off as vibrant faith.
- Longing for a faith that is not simply another attempt to avoid, escape, or transform our humanity into something else.
- Longing for real good news of a real Savior for real people.
- Longing for a Jesus-shaped spirituality.








