the post calvin

In Sickness and In Health

Who would catch me if I broke rank and fell into new, unknown ideas? Who would listen if I loosened my mouth and spoke?

Cookies are a way of saying I can’t fix all of the hurt, or make the bad days go away.

“Con · ces · sion:
a thing that is granted, especially in response to demands;
a thing conceded.”

21. Sometimes my life seems to spark like a live wire, and I feel intoxicated by its opportunity and potential.

I arrived in the Benj by accident, and yet it has been maybe the thing I’ve missed most about moving away from Grand Rapids.

Despite the pictures we got in Sunday School, God is not some old white dude with a giant beard.

The South American gem grinned when I responded to her beautifully-accented English in Spanish, and spoke again, “Digame si no me entiende. ¿Ok?”

I stepped forward, asking, “Llamas are the ones that spit, right?”

Critique matters because it sharpens our sense of beauty.

If the cost of spreading love is occasionally getting taken advantage of, I’m okay with that.