All Things New
This is what makes Good Friday so freaking good.
This is what makes Good Friday so freaking good.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the stories we tell. I think the issue is these two words: Happy endings.
Many people have this notion about Christianity that what we know doesn’t really matter, as long as we love Jesus, but I could not disagree more…
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….
Imagine that you’re on trial for murdering 100 people. The judge orders you to a life sentence of being beaten and tortured until the day you die…
A few months ago, TMZ broadcasted to the world that “Ethan the Shirtless Runner is the new Tim Tebow…HE’S A VIRGIN!” and people went wild. Some accused me of being a prude. Many assumed I was gay. But for some reason, I remained silent on my reasons for waiting until marriage to park the car in the garage.
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.