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Rediscovering Paul

Paul’s vision of goodness is, shockingly, based on subjective morality, another thing I have been told is unbiblical.

Lift Up His Countenance

Our theme for the month of March is “Ask the post calvin.” We’re taking on questions submitted by readers and offering our best advice.   Dear the post calvin, My prayer has always seemed dry and not heartfelt. I’ve tried different methods, but I feel like...


I’m just trying to say that given what little is truly required of uncles, it follows that the bond between parent and child, when pursued in good faith, has no parallel.

Offerings and Exaltations

Sadness is that way: temporal. Each encounter comes with a demand singular to the day of its arrival: here is a powerful feeling, attend to it, reconcile its nature with yours.

While on a Walk

Standing there, I have a similar sensation to the one on the Peter Pan ride at Disney World when your pirate ship escapes through the window of the children’s bedroom to reveal a sleepy London beneath you.


As if knowing he was a caricature of a human, Grandpa Jack did most if not all of these things with a pipe in his mouth.


I think there is a divine vision at the root of “purity” that remains a potent challenge today: that apart from oneself, on the other end of every sexual encounter is another self equally as mysterious and indefinable as existence.

Christianity at Present

Christianity did not remain relevant in the events of the world at large for two thousand years because of strict adherence to dogma.

Social Strata

Though I’ve never defined myself by a job title, I came to the realization that without my previous one, I had little to define myself with at all.

Unaccounted Years

They tumbled into my lap to watch Puffin Rock. Two on my knees, one on my crossed ankles. I’d have been little more than a chair were I not kissing their cheeks.

All The World A Burden

After listening my alarm blare for five, ten, or twenty bleary minutes, I started to admire whoever designed the heinous tone.

A Goodness

A few days later I was back in Seattle and it felt like coming home, like jumping into your bed’s cold sheets and warming them as you fall asleep. I feel bad about that, for loving two places at once.

We Wanted the Entire World

Someone would pass a six-pack of cold root beer up and all of us would lounge in a circle and talk about nothing, and it felt like everything.


I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.

The Men I’ve Loved

We would say it without worrying about whether or not it came off to anyone within earshot as romantic. As you say it to your family, so we said it to each other.


Outward Bound, Super Camp, tutors, counsellors, mentors—my parents spared no expense in trying to figure out my 2.33 cumulative high school GPA. Nothing worked.

Places I’ll Never Know

Lights shine along Seattle’s hills, illuminating all the homes where everyone no one knows eats, sleeps, listens, and loves.

Bon Iver’s “22, A Million,” A Review

Maybe it’s the state of my own fractured life that allows me to listen past the fractures in the composition of Bon Iver’s latest offering, 22, A Million, to see the transcendence hidden inside.


Because I am, and “I AM,” and love is, and there must be more love out there—“the greatest of these.” For these reasons, I follow in the long tradition of abiding with God in silence.


Its branches bloomed with little white, fuzzy pearls that I thought were baby rabbits being born.

Above and Below

My mom refers to Cedar as a “thin place.” She means that whatever barrier keeps humans at a distance from the Spirit is measurably smaller.


I was not just leaving behind a friend, but someone who loves the parts of me I don’t. Sometimes adulthood just feels like a dawn of frequent partings.

The Hermione to My Ron

I don’t like planning anything. Plans may have good intentions, but they always end up a little too strict. Like Professor McGonagall.


My sister owned a copy of Hanson’s first album, “Middle of Nowhere,” that I loved to steal, along with her cream-colored boom box, and play on repeat while I circled the garage in rollerblades and sang along to words I didn’t really understand.

Youth in a Sound

One of the pleasures of listening to a new band is creating an image of who the singer is. What do they look like? What kind of life do they live when they’re not playing?