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If you write for everybody you write for no one, so this will be for you.
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...
Five weeks ago, I sat outside of the Beverly Center’s Erewhon Market in West Hollywood, California, opposite Adante Coffee Roasters (excellent cold brew, by the way), and tried to get myself into a frame of mind for writing a toast to my mother, and her new husband. It wasn’t easy. I...
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....
This was going to come out sooner or later, and word seems to travel a lot faster than I can keep up with, so many of you know this anyway: my father has been rejoicing with Jesus Christ in heaven for the last two weeks.
I suppose that, wherever heaven is, “two weeks” is timeless and...
