Where faith meets Monday
On Sunday the words can sound settled. On Monday the world is the same place it was at seven years old — unsafe, ordinary, unfinished. These essays stay in that gap: not to explain it away, but to tell the truth about living by faith when faith feels hard.
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The Dog in the Lake
I wanted to run, but it was too late. They spied our skin shining in the early morning light. "Wemistikoshe!" they taunted, "You're next!" There it was, the familiar taunt, somehow "white man" was a curse word. "Never come this way again!"
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Trust at 4AM
I want to trust. I don't want to worry. I wish I would know, deep down, that my needs and the needs of my loved ones would always be met. And I want this for everyone that shares this planet with me. Why can't I have what I want?
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Sunday Night Faith
I long for a trouble-free world and assume I'm a bad Christian, or a weak person, if I cannot stand up under the heavy load of daily life. But nothing could be further from the truth. I am guaranteed suffering, we all are, but with us in the suffering, we have a Savior.
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Skipping Church
Maybe we are gods, but our kingdom is much smaller than His. We live in a world we think we fully control, but one emptied of meaning.
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A Sanctuary of Grace and Doubt
I make everything I have a tool to protect myself because of my over-developed need for safety and security. But only in God can I find any lasting peace and security.