I call her Queen. Daughter of Majesty, stitched together by Divinity, Eyes the size of the moon. Diamonds like freckles speckle her face Cloaked in sapphire silks, she stands six inches from the sky. Dancing at banquets and pouring champagne, Dressed to the nines in Heaven’s finest. The celebration of Angels with each step that… Continue reading The Movement
Vulnerability. It turns out I’m not so great at it. I have convinced myself that oversharing is considered vulnerability. It isn’t. Word vomiting at anyone and anything that moves isn’t vulnerable. Picking up the phone and calling name after name until someone picks up is NOT vulnerable. It has the semblance of vulnerability. Just like… Continue reading Vulnerability: Actually, For Real Guys
It is for freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. I think we humans are exchangers. We get rid of one thing, only to need to find another. We can’t have empty hands or hearts or heads, we need… Continue reading it is for freedom.
Thank you for caring about me. Thank you for wanting the best for me. Thank you for keeping our eyes focused toward the future. But we really must talk, ye the escatologically obsessed. What about today? What about the death in our lives today, the hope and light and life and darkness… Continue reading ode to the end times sermon.
On this week’s installment of Dismantling Christianese, Because it’s Worth it. Lukewarm. I have strong feelings about this word. I don’t like it. I don’t like it in the same way, oh I don’t know, I wouldn’t like a snake laying eggs in my spine and then all of them hatching at the… Continue reading lukewarm.
We the redeemed. We get confused about what we are redeemed from. Only one thing. Death. That’s it. We like to complicate it. Lines, parsing words, anesthetizing. The danger is to make redemption a location we are going. We make a stifling, one size fits all Jesus box, then redemption is only… Continue reading redemption.
I’m seventeen years old. The first place I go to when I get my driver’s license is church. I’m hungry for Jesus. I’m dating a boy who loves Him very imperfectly but his family embodies Grace and Love in a way I have never experienced. I want what this family has. I need it. I… Continue reading That Time I had a Mental Breakdown in Church