some stuff i've written about My Life

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But Here I Am

When I was a kid, I loved hearing testimonies at church. Testimonies were the stories folks told of how they got saved, the tales of a life from before they were born again. In my sheltered world, these testimonies were...

With Enough Words

There’s a part of me that believes any problem can be solved with enough words. Sometimes folks tell me that I need to just listen and not try to fix everything. But I’m young, and I suffer the afflictions of youth...

Dancing Around the Edges

This is not what I want to write. I’ve been mucking about with another blog post for hours and I’ve written a thousand words so far and I’m pretty sure that I hate about nine hundred of them. Anne Lamott...

Evangelicals Abroad: A Shame Observed

Hannah is one of my new friends from the wonderful world of social media/blogging. She writes beautiful words about spiritual hurt and healing on Wine & Marble. I’m so grateful to Hännah for sharing her story here today. -Micah ______________________ Monetier-les-Bains,...

Charlotte

Safely To Arrive At Home

“Here I raise my Ebenezer, Here by Thy great help I come And I hope by Thy good pleasure safely to arrive at home.” I can’t think of any better words to begin this story. This morning I was thinking about that...

Robot

I Am Not a Sex-Fueled Robot

They say that men give love to get sex, and women give sex to get love. If this is true, then marriage is nothing but a market exchange where we trade emotion for flesh in a desperate attempt to satisfy...

Yard Sale

Everything Must Go

They say that money can’t buy happiness, but that doesn’t keep me from trying. So I went to college and graduated and got a job where they give me dollars and then I exchanged all those dollars for stuff and...

Juicing

The Worst Juice Cleanse Ever

Last Thursday I skipped breakfast and had pizza for lunch. I had pizza for supper too, if those stale circles of hard dough anemically sprinkled with cheese and sold shrink-wrapped and frozen can be called “pizza”. I wish I could...

If My Voice Is Heard At All

If my voice is heard at all, let it be heard whispering hope to those longing to hear. Let it be heard by those who have been sold lies disguised as truth. Let it be heard by those broken hearts who...

Boys and Dolls: A Father's Response

What would you do if you found your boy playing with a doll instead of a bulldozer? This is the scandalous premise at the heart of a recent Sesame Street clip. As a guy who aspires to Biblical manhood, as...