It is time for a change
Over the past few months, I have been feeling pulled to make a change in the direction of my writing and where I will write. This has brought me to a decision to create a new blog and begin a…
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Over the past few months, I have been feeling pulled to make a change in the direction of my writing and where I will write. This has brought me to a decision to create a new blog and begin a…
I recently finished Charles Murray's most recent work, Coming Apart: The State of White America, 1960-2010. Much of what I what I read was a preverbal slap in the face, an abrupt andrude awakening to truth. In his study, Murray provides…
Fancy suits. Enormous hair. Bright lights. Pulpits. Thousands of congregants in their midst. Booming voices. Books, mp3s, podcasts, TV shows. Endorsements. TBN. Spitting when they talk. Walking with a strut. Swagger. That's not me. Being a pastor is…it's…
I've shared my story. Or really, a few chapters of my story. The quest for sonship/adoption from the Father was a fight. It was a struggle to move past individuals who at various intervals, succeeded in impeding my attempts to…
This is a guest post of mine from my dad's blog, which was publish last Friday. I really enjoyed writing it and decided to repost it here. I did change some words, as some language was a bit strong and…
I think I maybe a bit obstinate. Possibly, slightly combative. Sometimes far too aggressive for some individual's liking. We could be discussing the merit of authors such as Margaret Atwood and Salmon Rushdie, why U.S. politics should cease to…
This year began a quest and will end with the start of the journey. Even in the wildest of dreams, would I have ever deduced marriage in a singular year. It seemed to be an element always out of…
I've played around with the idea of writing about or the subject of Christmas. There is much I have desired to say and yet have decided much of it is left unspoken. Christmas is my favorite holiday. There are plenty of…
Disengaged. Disenfranchised. Done. I set foot upon U.S. soil for the first time in a month. One month. It seemed like an eternity since I had been stateside. I was drained of enthusiasm, life, and grace. That is what done…