> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://jjones.dubricians.org/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Titles and Content - URL: https://jjones.dubricians.org/titles-and-content/ - Published: 2026-05-25T10:44:39.000Z - Updated: 2026-05-25T10:44:39.000Z - Description: what it means once the dopamine recedes - Author: Jay Jones, OSDW - Tags: Mental Bad Handwriting, #jjonesaethem, Newsletter *Doctor*. I was into Doctor Who as a kid, and of course I’ve been in the midst of people with the title my whole adult life, and a good portion of my teenage years. Having it attached to my own name now feels a bit surreal. You see it and think a certain way about it, have particular feelings. There is an expectation involved. Honestly, in my case, it’s been about 46 years in the making. I’m now technically a Doctor of Divinity, a DDiv for short. I’d gotten close before, and let imposter syndrome overtake me. I balked, walked back out into general population and kissed it goodbye, even though the idea never really left. Tomorrow a document will arrive on nice stiff paper, almost board-like. It will have my name on it, and a statement to that effect. What I realize today is that it doesn’t make one a superhero. In my case, the questions now get bigger, more encompassing. The answers to those questions will have more weight. I’m much more a Benjamin Franklin than a John Piper, who incidentally I studied under a few times during my seminary days. The biggest lesson to unpack is that once the “official” study is done, the ***real*** study begins. You learn how to ask the next best questions, and sometimes they’re uncomfortable. I have learned first hand how some of them sting. In seminary, I struggled with Greek, and Hebrew was easier for me. Now, that is a distant streetlight in the mirror. I want to know why we are here. What’s the best we get out of life, what life actually is, why it’s important we attend this class once, or over and over. And most importantly why we create and maintain religion to get through it all. Because we do create and maintain a lot of mythology and wisdom teachings. They have a purpose that is deep and universal, that resonates with the very soul. We are all important. But why? We have a solid and highly placed value, each one of us. But what’s that measure? This isn’t just a natural pastime (and yes, I meant natural instead of national. I said what I said). These questions get much more intricate and involved. They organically develop a bit of a politick bent to them that can’t be ignored. They cause problems by their very existence. That’s why I can tell you that I studied Journalism at a Master’s level at Michigan State, but not what seminary I went to, or this latest leg of my journey. Religious schools are good for study, they have incredible uses, but the fact that I have actively abandoned and solidly question the Five Solas is an eyebrow raiser at the minimum. I still consider myself a minister. The question now becomes who am I ministering to, and to what purpose? With Wayfarer House, I am seeking to tend to those that have been forced to cut ties with their former religious wheelhouse, either by choice or not, and are having to go it alone. I’m not dragging them kicking and screaming to a liturgical mindset that simply has failed them. The people have failed them, and I know the phrase almost like a mantra: ***Lord, save me from your followers.*** And then there is the question of who this “Lord” is in the first place. I am less of a priest and more of a chaplain at this point. In my current domain, it doesn’t matter what organized mythos one comes from. We are interested in single person spirituality, seekers, wanderers, the apostates, heretics, heathens; all of these are our people and our ilk. And I understand and welcome that to the larger “normalized” world, we look like the Island of Religious Misfit Toys. Our numbers of potential friends grows by the day. People wondering why they were left behind and abandoned by religious fanatics, political fanatics, overly enthusiastic folks of all thoughts and stripes that were once taken as friends, trustworthy or not. I’ve walked down that road of petty rejection at the excuse of a loving god on several occasions, and the overhanging religious tradition is irrelevant. What is relevant is turning that coal into a diamond by putting the pressure on the questions that matter when nothing else is left. Our wisdom traditions may vary, but we need to extract the right flavor out of the marrow before we pitch the bones, if I may use a cooking metaphor. That’s where I’m headed, and that’s the trail I’m currently on, hoping to see some rhododendrons along the way. Anyway, I’m grateful to be here, smack dab in the middle of it all. [Subscribe](#/portal/signup)