David Libby

My wife, Lisa, and I raised our two daughters, Kayla and Bethany, in rural Maine, where we lived a rugged outdoor lifestyle. We hunted, fished, foraged for wild edible plants, went camping in remote and undiscovered places, grew gardens, raised livestock, and preserved our own food. Lisa was a homesteading/homeschooling mom, and I was a self-employed logger. As an unintended consequence of this lifestyle, we were all bitten by dozens of ticks. About the time our girls were in their mid-teens, the whole family became desperately ill with Lyme disease, along with a whole host of complications.
For years I served in the Orthodox Presbyterian Church, first as a Deacon, and then as an Elder. I have long been a self-taught student of Theology and philosophy. I have learned the correct answers to some of the most difficult questions, and can hold my own as a Christian apologist and Theologian. But when my family's health fell apart I discovered something that the books do not teach: that there is a sharp disconnect between an encyclopedia of head knowledge, and an application of that knowledge in the muddy and bloody trenches.