My mother’s faith began with a pack of cigarettes (menthol miracle) and a nap with a Western Civ textbook on her chest dreaming of jeans in a sea of togas. She met Jesus on the Mount and then in buckskins, asleep, seven feet tall. He opened his eyes at her from a...
“From dust you came and to dust you shall return.” Empty powder blown into a strong wind. A hollow city steeped in darkness, lifeless shell of a kingdom with no energy to even let itself burn. Tears streaked in grey and brown, stomach barren and eyes raw,...
“Happy Ash Wednesday” always seems a little bit like an oxymoron. Ash Wednesday, while sacred, is not particularly happy. An Ash Wednesday service is solemn, including putting a cross of ashes on the forehead of each member of the congregation and...
Something I’ve always struggled with is always being shocked when God actually comes through with an answer to prayer. Like, doesn’t praying in faith and obedience mean that I expect God will answer, even if it’s answer I don’t want or...
Last night, I finished reading the book Radical by David Platt. You’ll probably recognize it by the cover if you click on the link: it’s the book with the bright orange cover and the subtitle, “Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream.”...
