Freedom, Maximalism, and Chopped Apples
I’m in that stage of life where you pack up constantly, and you keep your friends close and your friends with pick-up trucks closer.
I’m in that stage of life where you pack up constantly, and you keep your friends close and your friends with pick-up trucks closer.
Have you ever seen the air before?
I found the Enneagram about five years ago now, and I know this is going to sound dramatic, but hear me out: it changed my life.
It’s the quiet sense of time slowed down, of time doubled back on itself, that I enjoy about this morning walk
Some Easters I’ve wept with emotion at the swell of “In Christ Alone” and the miracle of Christ’s sacrifice; some I’ve sat stone-faced, wondering whether any of it matters.
I thought, as I often do these days, about how deeply weird the whole thing is.
Some people might dismiss those films as guilty pleasures, the Little Debbie cupcakes of my media diet—simple, sweet, and absolutely atrocious for my health.
A week before the Russian invasion, Holy Trinity formed a crisis committee and began looking at questions of housing, transportation and food.
As for the people in the crowd who shouted “Hosanna” only to have their hopes dashed? Maybe they were confused. And maybe their confusion turned into disappointment, and their disappointment into anger.
Maybe I’ve had this tab open for three years? Who knows.