It seemed like a good time to carve these words onto my chest. I have a feeling I’ll need them close by in the days ahead.
Then God spoke into the darkness and said “Let there be light.” And not a damn thing happened.
There is space in the big wide world for every piece of you. You deserve the space you take up in this world. Please stay.
This is my tired advent prayer. Fuck this shit indeed. Amen. Which, being translated, means: How long oh Lord?
I still long for SOMETHING to be the Kingdom of God here on earth, but I’m tired of hoping that any sort of thing labeled “Church” will actually be that thing.
There are days when it seems like the story of our lives, and of humanity as a whole, lives on a razor’s edge between hope and meaningless annihilation.
what’s point of being holy if you’re not going to be happy while you’re at it? Also, why would god make butterflies and puppies and sunrises and nachos if (s)he didn’t care about our happiness?