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a few of my favorites...

Here we have a fine selection of organic free-range essays, hand-picked by myself for your convenience and reading pleasure. Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back!

anyhow, here are my latest blog posts:

In the Beginning…. Shit

Then God spoke into the darkness and said “Let there be light.” And not a damn thing happened.

To the Christian Contemplating Suicide (The Letter I Wish I’d Found)

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.

Rend the Heavens (A Psalm for Advent)

This is my tired advent prayer. Fuck this shit indeed. Amen. Which, being translated, means: How long oh Lord?

Maybe I Don't Love the Church Anymore

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.

To My Friends Who Voted for Donald Trump

did you think this wouldn’t happen? or did you think you could vote for a man who consistently appealed to hatred, xenophobia, and fear mongering and then wash your hands of the results?

day 27: mostly I'm grateful today

I’m still trying to keep my head above the grey here in Minnesota, and there’s a lot of grey.

day 24: even when I wonder about redemption

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.

day 19: enough to be simply here

I don’t have to be happy every day. Some days it is enough to be simply here.

day 18: this illusion of vulnerability on internet screens

What does it mean for folks like us (who choose to write certain words about our lives on internet screens for anyone to read) that the thing withheld is often the real story?

day 17: anatomy of not writing

On the surface, things feel mundane. There’s work, a lot of work, and work is good and I’m grateful for that. There’s reading the news every day and watching that godawful election burn down in slow motion and I feel distant from that but it seems like the only public conversation left these days.