Social(lies)

On Instagram, I fear looking at people’s pictures rather than looking through them. Social media is no place to legitimately air out your sorrows. [What is its purpose though?] I wonder if I am missing out on pain displayed in front of me. I fear hearing of someone’s suicide and retracing the signs in plain…

Church Narrative

Inarguably, the church hurts people. There are too many men and women and children abused under its allegedly sacred halls. From the legalistic tribalism of spiritual abuse to the fearmongering of sexual abuse in the church, it has messed up. How some spiritual gifts are better than others? And in order to be a good…

Unboxing

All I own does not fill a quarter of the living room, I am existing in. My hands are slow to unbox items I’ve become unfamiliar with. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. How does one go about building a life for themselves? How do you expand when you have contracted for so long? Compartmentalizing…

Accomplished & So Well Loved

It is unwise not to catalog a day of sunshine amid a blog that can oft feel overcast at best. It feels awkward to write of joy, but I will try. Friday, May 10, 2019 I was awarded the “Eddie B. Lane Award for Ministry to the African-American Community”. I was dumbfounded. Most days, I…

Keep Forgiving

What’s crazy about this post is that I have had it written since November 8th. I opened it on December 31st at 2am, for one last view before it posted on January 1st and everything changed. What was written prior were the musings of a dog licking their wounds that were entirely avoidable. What follows…

A Thrill of Hope

A desire to be seen, heard, known, and loved can become so esurient that it will feed on whatever brings it food, even if it is poison. I ate poison because I was ravenous. If it hadn’t been for people pumping my stomach, I would have surely died. At the end of a difficult (as…

To Be in Love

I think of all the ones I’ve ever loved, sincerely and purely and wholly. In time, it convolutes. Depravity is not me but with me and sometimes in me. I deeply desire to love in excess without ill motive. Why is it so hard? Why do I fool myself into thinking I can? Why do…

Ashes, Ashes, We all Fall Down

I enjoy ranking things. Friends, today topples the rank of worst Valentine’s Day of my life. I have spent literally every Valentine’s Day without a valentine and this one can, by golly, this one can bury itself in a massive pile of elephant shit, light itself on fire, and burn until the ash blows away…