Dare We Say It? The Bible Is a Messy Book
Somehow I had come to think of the Bible as stuck together from the start, a sacred, ordained book on which we speak our oaths...
Somehow I had come to think of the Bible as stuck together from the start, a sacred, ordained book on which we speak our oaths...
For eighteen years, I have been returning home, sliding that brass key into the lock, and stepping into comfort. Now I tense before I even try.
Are we too afraid to admit that other people are just boring compared to the internet? Are we too timid to say that what we really want is a “party” redefined, reformulated, or done up some other way?
No other garment is as modest and erotic, humble and powerful, obvious and enigmatic.
A spiritual pilgrimage we never expected.
History grows us up. And literature? It complicates the world for us. This is why we must kill the humanities.
Living freely and intentionally is hard work. Every little decision winds up visible in the mosaic.
“Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose.”~Viktor Frankl
I thought I would take this slow moment to tell a baseball story—at a time when the names of Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, and (the most perishable of these names) Scott Brosius are not yet lost to common memory.
“We are at our most stupid in our self-hatred.”