It’s part of the human condition to protect yourself from pain. Failing is painful, so my unchecked, unmanned mind can buckle me in to wherever I am and tell me to sit still, lest I fail. “Don’t try. You won’t make it. You’re going to be embarrassed.”
Read MoreI’ve emotionally moved on. I’ve socially moved on. And I’ve stepped into an entirely different personal reality since all of that. I rarely think about the people in my old life. That is, until I am asked to share my shame in the hope that it will make someone else feel less alone in theirs. But is there more I should be doing?
Read MoreSometimes, when the right now gets too convoluted with the details of emptiness, we forget. We turn our worship somewhere else. Inward, maybe. We’ve survived, but to what end? Survived a feat just to be angry that you had the feat in the first place? You know what you endured, but do you have any idea what you were spared?
Read MoreI hear people convinced of their own version of God and not hear when they contradict themselves. I ask questions to probe their reasoning and their answers reduce God to be subservient of themselves. I listen and I wonder why they don't hear it. I wonder why they're the leaders at their church. I wonder how many people they've turned away. They write books, hold small groups, lead worship, but I don't recognize the god they talk about.
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