Seven Months of Suffering
I fear that you have missed how sinfully angry I am this year.
I fear that you have missed how sinfully angry I am this year.
Everyone dies twice: The day you die, and the last time anyone says your name.
Seems like a pretty simple dichotomy, right? Perhaps it’s not quite as clean cut as it appears.
Maybe creativity isn’t just about making new ideas, but new ways to communicate a good one.
“There’s just no good guys/girls in my life right now…” Make excuses or moves.
And then one day it all goes black. All the stories you’ve held in your chest are released to fly into the night. It’s like waking up from a long sleep, but instead of morning grog, you are met with stunning clarity.
This is why those who are oppressed by human systems have a much better understanding of the implications of the coming of the kingdom…
“I am a Christian and I make music. The music is not saved. It is not a Christian.”
With such a small god smeared all over America, it’s not surprising that many turned to politics as their source of hope.
If this doesn’t interest you, and you prefer my less academic writings on dating, avoid any posts with “systems” in the title…