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Update on life
Preface: This is not a pretty one. I wrote sloppy. I just needed to write and get some of the things going on in my head down on “paper.” Plus, I thought it would be helpful to share why the hell I’m moving again… for two months… at least… with no plan… so here you…
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Greetings, Fellow Wanderer
I stumbled upon an old sermon of mine. Yes, believe it or not, I used to be a pastor in another life. Of middle schoolers. Not adults. Absolutely not. You couldn’t pay me enough. But, yes, that’s right, someone thought it was a good idea to put 19-year-old Brandon in charge of youths. For three…
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No Man’s Land
In Lady Montague’a “Turkish Embassy Letters” she describes a people group in South Eastern Europe, during the Ottoman Empire. They existed between Islamic nations and Christian nations. Out of fear, they kept both holy days, refusing to work on both Friday’s and Sunday’s. I resonate with that—binding yourself to fear so intimately you live in…
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Faith and Fear Hold Hands
I went to a prayer meeting yesterday. First time I’ve been to one of those in a long time. Also read the Timothy’s. First time I’ve picked up a Bible too (okay, well it was my phone). The skepticism continues. As the prayer leader described the demon of pleasure, I rolled my eyes. Apparently that…
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Part 7. – San Jose, CA
Before I started this trip, I made a promise to myself that if anyone invited me into their home, I’d go, as long as I had the time and money. Little did I know that this promise would carry me to the least likely of places. “Come visit me.” It was a simple Instagram comment,…
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Part. 5 – Portland, OR
“How do you feel about driving up the coast from San Francisco to Portland this week?” You can’t ask that question to a lot of people. But I can ask it of Janell. Janell and I met when I was a part of a community house–a special season of life that brought hope and life…
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Part 4. – Oakland, CA
Oakland was… hard… When I bought my ticket to California, I bought a one-way. I wanted the thrill of not knowing what was next, and maybe entertained the idea that God would do something special. But that’s not really what happened. At least not in Oakland. My friend Adam was going to Mexico for the…
