This is the story of how I became the Keeper of the Flame, and how the world became the Keeper of the Flame, and how the fire – inside me – changed me.
I never saw myself as a storyteller. I saw myself as a listener, a reader, a lover of stories, not a teller of them.
We often seem to have a fundamental misunderstanding that Scripture - Jesus and Paul and the prophets - are guiding us toward a particular destination, an afterlife. But the more I read and study Scripture, the more I think that's wrong.
The biblical story of the creation of the world is not one of defining binaries, but of recognizing the beauty inherent in each of us.
There's one really great thing about this writers strike.
God's holiness and justness are products of God's love. They don't exist as independent characteristics, creating conflicts in God's character. Holiness and justice are outflows of God's nature, which is love.
A Good Friday meditation on why Jesus suffered the cross.
I exist at the intersection of three groups that are really bad at expressing their feelings. I’ve spent a lot of time in therapy working through this problem, and I want to share what that intersection has looked like in my life.
Words, if you look at them, are a binary of black and white, ink on a page. But when we listen to them, when we see them for what they mean, they shine.
Continually I find myself unable to capture the details in my imagination as words on a page. It's an awful cycle. I love it.