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The First Day Toward Freedom

In now-abandoned corners of the internet I recently found some words from eight years ago. I was nineteen years old when I wrote them, living and working at a homeschool cult center, attending a fundamentalist baptist church.   Reading these words now, it’s like peering inside the mind of a boy I hardly recognize –…

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Meeting Donald Miller

Dear Jesus, Yesterday I read this book called Blue Like Jazz. The guy who wrote it talked a lot about You, and what You did, and what You want us to do. He talked about how love should be, and the whole concept of “love everybody”. Now I’m all confused. Where are You in all this?…

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Against the Wounds

We Mourn With Boston

Warning: There’s a heartbreaking, disturbing image in this one. I was going to write something different today, but I don’t want to anymore. This has been a terrible week, and the words I was going to toss into the air would have felt empty and worthless in the whirlwind. So instead you get this –…

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