I have wanted to start writing this blog entry for some time now, but I kept stalling. I didn't know where to start, really. It's enough to turn on the news each day and think, "There's a headline to go with!" ... but then another one turns up and then there's too many to count.… Continue reading The Hypocrisy of Evangelicals
I’m on the 'L' Watching a guy try to balance His Tupperware from a hearty lunch He must have had Feeling a little too much like that fine balance As I listen to Jack’s Mannequin And acknowledge it’s early 2000s music era Seeing my adolescent self walk the grounds Of a new high school in… Continue reading Tupperware on the ‘L’
Until recently, my understanding and curiosity of religious freedom/liberty (they’re used interchangeably, yes?) was nothing more than a few eyebrow raises and lines of “Hmm, strange.” But then I found myself on a phone call with a well-informed woman who knew her history. She broke down the history of religious freedom/liberty in the US, and… Continue reading What does Religious Freedom/Liberty Mean For Us Today?
What if what we are witnesses to are the cracks? The cracks that have long been formed and forming in the American god. Though slow and too steady, the cracks have grown wide in length and are finally showing depth. What if what we are participating in is the great awakening, in both heart and… Continue reading Mighty and Tender
If you have ever weaned off any kind of SSRI (Lexapro, Prozac, etc.), you're familiar with the body "shocks" that occur. They are unpredictable and incredibly uncomfortable; like an out-of-body experience that lasts .3 seconds. Eventually, the shocks fade and the body finds its balance. The time it takes to find balance, though, can feel… Continue reading Burn It All Down
"Faced with an outrage, anger is the price we pay for paying attention. It is the rage that ought to come out, because, when faced with an outrage, it is a sin not to be angry." - Allen Dwight Callahan Many, many, many years ago, I dated a guy who convinced me that my anger was… Continue reading We, The Angry.
I will never forget the moment. His name was Justin and he wore a lot of black clothing and Anti-Flag (the band) shirts and torn up skater shoes. We lived in the same neighborhood and skateboarded together*. None of this matters, really. It just feels nice to recall this image after what he told me… Continue reading Sanchez