As I entered my mid-late teen years my feelings of alienation from others in my school became intense and consuming. I grew to hate many of my contemporaries as nasty, shallow, and repulsive. … More Hide
But the festering continued, and a large swath of the church began to join these make-believe martyrs making the claim that their rights had been trampled upon. And they prayed for a messiah, and they voted in hope. Yet, the promises of those they trusted fell short time after time. … More The Ascension of Animus
As I have traveled this faith journey, I have made some discoveries about myself. Among them has been the realization that I have made choices that have not always been in my best interest, and I have made other choices to protect my fragile heart and ego. I have made choices that have manipulated others … More Hard Choices.
American Christians have been, since President Obama has been in office, ramping up the idea that Christian persecution is on the rise in the USA. To buttress this idea, several events have been pointed to in order to make this claim. The Affordable Care Act “forcing” businesses to pay for contraception and abortion, against said businesses … More Who Is Killing Christianity in America
This is how I feel most days. I am an observer. I stand on the outside of a thick windowpane. I see life moving forward and people connecting. I see joy, laughter, peace, and contentment. I behold worshipers connecting with their God, singing their songs of praise and adoration, raising their hands in prayer. I … More Looking In
I remember very little from my childhood, and the things that I do remember usually have some negative emotion attached to them. Here is a brief list of the things I feared as a child… Spiders, having fallen face first into a orb spider web, Abandonment, every time I heard my parents argue I thought … More Fear, The Great Unmotivator
I am 56. At this point in life I should be pretty well established in a career, in friendships, in purpose. i should be anticipating retirement in a few years. In essence, I should know who I am. But…I don’t. So much of my life has been spent “trying to become”. Whether it was a better … More Wandering