Once upon a time, I asked a group of teenagers, What’s wrong with the world? Now that may be a bold question for kids who have a limited experience in our world. But surprisingly, they had lots of answers. As you can guess, for a Lutheran youth group, they were baffled at the general disregard… Continue reading The Authentic Self, Why Christ is a Symbol of Hate
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Domesticity Masks the Demon
She daily grasps to control the uncontrolled. Cleaning from the anger. Organizing out of frustration. As she scrubs and puts away, the sweetest and most accommodating is fighting for her life. So her meaningless tasks must become meaningful. Or else the truth of her day-to-day is only glorified busywork. And the truth is demoralizing. Why… Continue reading Domesticity Masks the Demon
No One
No one is righteous No one is righteous No one is righteous Not even me. So why do I think I am. Why do act like I am. Once upon a time I wanted God to think I was the one Righteous. But then I was honest No one is happy No one is bold… Continue reading No One
Happiness is for Babies
My six-year-old son tugs expectantly on the back of my shirt. It is usually quite hectic around 11:30am in my kitchen, making lunch for 9 people. I shift the baby to my other hip and peel the two-year-old off of my leg so that I can kneel down to speak with him in the middle… Continue reading Happiness is for Babies
When the Time Comes
I saw it in my dream or future. When I will put my gods to sleep. Now's not the time. It's too soon. Or way too late. Now They numb, gnawing my nerves stinging like pleasures. They stroke, scraping their nails, across my surfaces. They kiss, biting icy dry lips underneath my glosses. I feel… Continue reading When the Time Comes