Telling Eugene’s Story

Eugene led me down the stone steps past their kayaks and into the crawl space under their home on Flathead Lake. The cool cave carved out of the earth holds boxes of books and a collection of water air-up toys and several rat traps scattered along the floor. The traps were only mildly successful, as I’d later discover shelves loaded with leather-bound editions of The Message and rows of new hardbacks (like Eat this Book) nibbled through, these Montana rats literally taking Eugene’s advice. Stooping through the low entrance, Eugene flipped the switch and the bare 100 watt bulb flickered and sizzled. Eugene pointed to twin black metal cabinets stuffed full of letters, manuscripts, sermons, calendars, clippings from high school, college and decades at Christ Our King Presbyterian. It feels conservative to say that somewhere close to a bajillion people, every sort of person you can imagine, wrote Eugene letters. And Eugene responded to as many as he possibly could, stapling the original and his reply together and sliding them into a manilla folder. There’s a lifetime of love and craft and criticism and hope and struggle stored in that dank grotto.

I’ve spent hours in that space, rummaging through so much texture and so many stories. Over numerous trips, I’ve checked bag after bag at the airport, praying to God that these treasures wouldn’t be accidentally tossed on the wrong conveyer belt and land in some lost baggage claim office in Lithuania. I’ve even destroyed two of the Peterson’s bags trying to haul too much material home to Virginia (sorry, Jan). Whenever I’d come back up to the house, Eugene would ask, “Well, Winn, did you find anything worthwhile?” I’d smile big. Boy, did I. He always asks questions like this with genuine bewilderment. “I don’t know why anyone would be interested in any of this,” he’s said to me multiple times. “Everything has just been a gift.”

Eugene Peterson has had an immense impact on my life, and I’ve been privileged, as have so many others (nearly a bajillion), to correspond with him in letters, to spend time with him on several occasions. But when I said what I assumed would be a final goodbye to him and Jan in their living room in October 2016, I had no idea that by February I would be given the joy and responsibility of being Eugene’s biographer. For the past 18 months or so, I’ve been up to my kneecaps in research: diaries and letters and old slide reels, chatting with Eric and Leif and Karen, with the kaleidoscope of people they call friends. And now I’m turning to the actual task of writing, trying to narrate Eugene’s story, the many good years he and Jan have spent doing what the Petersons do: trying to pay attention to the holiness and the wonder of this life they’ve been given.

It seems right for me to let you know that this is the writing work I’ve been up to, and will be up to for a good while longer. This story deserves every bit of literary gumption I can muster — and then some. I hope to do Eugene justice.

15 Replies to “Telling Eugene’s Story”

    1. Mainly just conversing with him over the years and then at some point thinking I should ask (since someone was going to write it) and then more conversations. It was unexpected in many ways.

  1. Winn, you are my hero! I cannot wait to read the book. I have loved this man from afar and his writing has shaped my heart. Can’t wait!

  2. Wow, what an opportunity! To spend so much time with a legend in the Presbyterian Church gives me a goosebumps! He may be retired, but he’s a really progressive and compassionate person. So accomplished that he wrote his own version of the bible!

  3. Thrilled for you and all of us because the Petersons chose just the perfect person to tell their story. What a wonderful adventure you are on. Cannot wait to read and learn more about Eugene and Jan and their lives of holiness and wonder! Thank you!

  4. Such a good, good thing, Winn. I am grateful for and to you both, in more ways than I can possibly list (like a bajillion, I’m sure!). Enjoy this task — and it is a gigantic task. Looking forward to the end result and, hopefully, a few updates along the way about what this process means for you, in you, and to you. Peterson has been a primary influence on me for years and years — what a treat that the author of my favorite book of the last couple of years is now working on telling us his life. Go to it, man.

  5. Winn, It is an honor to be asked to write for someone you admire so much, but, I have read your words and I am saying that Mr. Eugene knew what he was doing! You have a way of telling a story that lets your reader use all his senses and hunger to read what you write. I have told you before, my Bible is full of sayings from you! Like,” live well, love others.” I use it frequently when I end a letter or card, thank you! And yes, always in quotes!!

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