I Prefer a Theology
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.
“I want someone to worship me,” said Allen…
We can each name half a dozen songs about being alone in a crowded room, or maybe while sitting next to a lover, but is that really loneliness?
There’s something I think a lot of Christians struggle with talking about. And it’s not because it’s necessarily shameful like pornography or revolting like racism. It’s just simply confusing and perhaps a little awkward.
it’s not as much about her suntanned body
as it is
the sunshine that shoots from her eyes
At first glance, it seemed like a typical crucifix painting. There hung Jesus on the cross, bleeding and ashamed.
But then you looked a little lower.
Your body was in my arms but you were not.
“I shouldn’t have even come out here tonight,” she cried, shivering in Chicago’s winter. Maggie had come out tonight looking for a hookup.