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 ...
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...
Fancy suits. Enormous hair. Bright lights. Pulpits. Thousands of congregants in their midst. Booming voices. Books, mp3s, podcasts, TV shows. Endorsem...
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 t...
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...
I think I maybe a bit obstinate. Possibly, slightly combative. Sometimes far too aggressive for some individual's liking. ...
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 i...
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...
Disengaged. Disenfranchised. Done. I set foot upon U.S. soil for the first time in a month. One month. It se...
One time, I was angry. Just a simple understatement. There once was a time when all I could see were the red veins swell...
