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Shift

A shift in faith It just happened one morning. I woke up and could hear the seedlings of faith urging the dirt, grime, soil, and rubble to move so that they could feel the sun. Watered from springs unknown these tender stalks were suddenly ready to grow, to bloom, to...

Incubating Peace

I try to get up at 5:30 am every morning for some contemplation and writing. I'll admit, since the cold set in, and the mornings have been darker and darker, I have tended to stay in bed, under my warm blankets for a few more hours. When the sun is...

Retelling Psalm 42

Something in me pants for you oh Jesus. Somehow, just like a beast of the forest craving and clawing for water in the heat of drought, my innards thirst for youthe living God.  So, someone, please tell me: when can I see this face of Jesus that I long for? Instead,...

Post Book Depression: CulturalSavage Hits the Shelves

I've been depressed. It could be the changing of the seasons. That'll trigger my mood swing sometimes. Maybe it's just a relapse, falling back into bipolar depression simply because I live with this illness. Or maybe it's because I wrote a book. It feels weird to say, still a bit...

Stop Faith Healing: Turning Over Theological Tables

We need to stop faith healing. "Cancer comes from demons, and If you have enough faith, you can cast them out." These words were said to a friend of mine, a friend who is raw and tender form losing their young daughter to brain cancer. Somehow more prayers, better prayers,...