Decision making in the wake of deconstruction
How do we make choices when decision making was outsourced in evangelicalism? In the wake of deconstruction, we must newly wrestle with the question “How do I want to live?” The question can be debilitating, but I think we can find answers in the most horrific of places: The Holocaust.
Actions Reveal Our Values
What do our actions reveal about our character and values?
To those who tried…
Often we love inspirational quotes about getting back up and trying. But when we’ve deeply tried and failed, how can we have hope? Here are some thoughts on the matter.
On Meaning, Monogamy, and Marx
On why I’ve chosen monogamy as a gay man.
Coffee and Existential Dread
What started as a simple walk for coffee became a pivotal moment where I began to doubt my faith and God.
Reneging on My Six… Maybe
A while back, I wrote I was a counter-phobic, sexual six. If you’re not an enneagram nerd like myself, no, I’m not having sex with six people. In short, a sexual six is scared and presents courageous to prove to themself and others they’re able to beat anything. I promise I’m getting to sappy, personal…
Purpose and the Politician
A recent trip to Texas and a Netflix original show trigger thoughts of purpose and destiny.
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…
Epilogue – Colorado Springs, CO
And now is the part where I say, “I returned home! My journies enlightened me. I’ve been changed.” If only… Life has been rough since coming back. I would love to say that all the travels and people transformed me. In the moment, it did. Hope was birthed. Love re-kindled. It was as though life…
Part. 6 – Redding, CA
Redding is special to me… and the why doesn’t really make sense. When I lived there a few years back, people would ask me, “How do you like Redding?” My answer would always be a dodge. “Bethel is great!” (the church I was attending at the time). But somehow, this place that I had no…