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some stuff i've written about religion

Why I Love Donald Trump

To be perfectly candid with you, I didn’t want to write this post. But I kinda’ backed myself into a corner five years ago, and I knew that if I was going to have any sense of integrity I’d have…

Why I Hate the Bible

I hate the Bible. These words shock me as I form them on my lips, form them with my fingers. They are harsh, ugly. My own mind rebels against this unwelcome sentiment. I try to swallow it. I cannot. You are…

Why I Love Blackjack

I lost a hundred dollars in Vegas last month. “I have no interest in gambling,” I’d said. “But I’ll play a few hands just for the experience.” Riding shotgun across the Utah desert bound for Sin City, I Googled “how to…

The Holy Bible?

Today Brandon Chase is sharing a few thoughts on what the Bible means, and what we mean when we talk about it. These are eye-opening, provocative, and absolutely necessary questions. I’m grateful for his words.  “HOLY BIBLE” It’s imprinted on the genuine…

Experiencing Grace

“Experiencing radical grace is like living in another world. It’s not a world in which I labor to get God to notice me and like me. It’s not a world in which I strive for spiritual success.”  –Richard Rohr /// You…

I Still Believe in a White Male God

I didn’t realize it. If you asked me to my face, I’d tell you that God is not an old white man, robed and bearded, flanked by naked angels. I’d tell you all about how God is like Jesus, not…

Unlearning Christianity

“My starting point is that we’re already there. We cannot attain the presence of God because we’re already in the presence of God. What’s absent is awareness… We have nothing to attain or even learn. We do, however, need to…

4 Reasons I'm Not Going to Heaven

A few days ago somebody gave me a scrap of yellow paper with blue letters on it. Across the top it read: “Am I Going to Heaven? QUIZ!” Not too long ago, I was the one carrying those papers, handing…

The Filthy Shepherd

You wouldn’t want your boy to be a shepherd when he grew up. It was a lonely life, watching over the sheep. Cold days and colder nights spent huddled on the rocky hillsides, with nothing but a small fire and…

Leaving the Baggage Claim

The arrow was pointing toward the suitcases and duffle bags, but when I saw it I imagined a spiritual sort of baggage claim where weary pilgrims collect the familiar packages and parcels we’ve carried so often. I keep trying to walk past…