If you write for everybody you write for no one, so this will be for you.
it tastes like
a morning liturgy, and
don’t forget that
there are voices
on the outside
of your head,
I am thrilled to be working with @twloha again this year for their annual World Suicide Prevention Day Campaign.
This year’s theme is...
“I can say ‘you’ because you’re part of the whole system. You profit from it. In fact, you make your living from it... your Jesus is contaminated, just like everything else you’ve tried to force upon us is contaminated.”
On June 17, 2015, Dylan Roof shot and killed...
Once, in Mammoth, California, I stepped off of the porch of the house my seventeen-thousand family members were cramming themselves into, straight into a six foot deep pile of snow that I thought was solid ground. Like the human version of those cat gifs where little Gilbert leaps and disappears...
On the day when my heart opened up, I was completely naked, standing outdoors and dripping wet with bathwater runoff from the tub sunk into a roofless terrace, unaware that our host had tip-toed up the hill behind me so as not to be heard, to deliver breakfast.
Croissants. Fresh fruit. Freshly...
I have been wanting to write about my year at Mars Hill Church for quite some time, but have not felt the freedom to do so until recently. Or the clarity. Frankly, I think the grace of God has kept me silent in moments past when I was so certain I could speak into whatever new issue surfaced....