Category Archives: Grand Rapids
Confession dwells. It sets up camp in the desert of failure and resigns itself to wandering forty minutes or forty years.
A little over a week ago I stood in the yard, watching while Taylor planted arugula in the beds. I was not in a good mood.
Pop culture is the clearest image of the zeitgeist. It’s impossible to claim faith is holistic and not address that fixture.
That’s how I realized, or decided: the spoon rest is the pinnacle of kitchen goods.
1:15 p.m. “Ope, it’s 1:15, I’ve got to run now,” he says. “Thank you, great to meet you.”
I promise, I will tell the story about the two-foot flames licking at the burners when I cracked open the oven door.
This February, the Alaskan Way Viaduct will be disassembled. Trucks and cranes will shake loose the concrete foundations before an earthquake has the pleasure, and I’m beginning to realize that I will never be able to leave Seattle the way I came.
When a man approached me in the mall food court and sheepishly asked if I had a few minutes to talk about Jesus, I reflexively smiled and said, “Oh, I’m already a Christian!” before realizing I wasn’t completely lying this time.
Thick, globby specks of white dotted the sky, like Impressionist brushstrokes viewed too close up.