An Open Letter To Someone (1 of Many)

Dear Someone, This weekend in Washington I realized the scene I was looking at was somewhat…off. Multiple youths, adults and in-betweeners–singing a song they didn’t write, to, for some of them, a God they didn’t know. So…then,...

Dating.

Haven’t checked for typos, feel free to let me know:   I’ve been getting hugs.  Snuggles.  Kisses.  Late nights. . I don’t sleep a lot lately…thinking on this relationship.  Learning to communicate…probably just like a child...

Community: A Revival of Brokenness

…Of watching my parents get ground to death by a ministry machine. Of living alone in a crowd. I couldn’t bear it any more. If that’s revival, I decided, I’ll have nothing to do with it.