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.
Whenever I see a sunset, I always try to pinpoint the place in the sky where the pink stops and the blue takes over. What I’ve come to find is that you can’t. There is no single point.
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?
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.
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