“It doesn’t matter what you do,” I will tell my children, “as long as you like yourself better than you like most other people.”
With a new pastor in the pulpit after a long stretch of interim pastors, I’ve been hopeful. But in the past few months, we’ve hit a new series of lows.
Jesse will be your second Tinder date, and your last.
be with every late night job-searcher, every too-old-for-internships-er, all of us just looking for a step in the door. Be with the waiters who aren’t scientists yet, the sales clerks who aren’t published yet.
All this to say: the place you live is not merely the setting to the story of your life.
What if we heard all accents this way—not as a sign that English is not one’s first language, but as a sign that another language is?
But that’s not the world we actually inhabit, so why do we continue to encourage kids to engage in these comparisons? And why are we so terrified of negative emotions?
We drove home and argued. Why was I so angry? About something so small? It’s not about that; it’s about the fact that I feel useless and nothing seems to be going the way it was supposed to go.
I did something I’d never done before: I started screaming for help.
The reason I think about Samson often is that he was a legend, but he seems just as human as the rest of us. He was selfish, deceptive, and disobedient, and yet, we remember him as a hero.