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.
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?
It sounds weird for me to tell you to pray, because to you, it may seem like speaking words into an empty room…
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.
I fear that my conception of God may be too small.
I fear more for those who think theirs is sufficient.
Your body was in my arms but you were not.
I stood by the Light Rail tracks waiting for my train into downtown Denver, wondering if I still believed inContinue Reading
It’s easier to float in the ethereal and substance-less realm of comedy and satire. It is both a shield to our vulnerability and an escape from reality. It’s even easier than letting the Lord love and heal you.
Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. There are no mathematics to the spiritual life.Continue Reading
Yesterday I accidentally deleted my website. This was the colloquial straw that is often found breaking the backs of camels,Continue Reading