Ghosts We Know
Hi. My name is Cassie. There’s forever a part of me stuck in the loop of crawling in and out of bed.
Listener
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.
Sweet Teeth
Eventually we’ll we end up here, at Martha’s, on a Tuesday, past our bedtime. For sweet treats, those blessed and treacherous confections.
Peter and Wendy
The character becomes too old, too practical, or too jaded to believe in the thing that once brought him so much joy. That world, the thing he loved so much and invested so much time in, dies. And something inside him dies, too.
Miles to Go
Maybe by the time I’m ninety-six or ninety-seven I’ll see things differently. Maybe I’ll see divine love in the allowance of racial violence, torture, and marginalization.
Solo Cups and Seminary
Christians shouldn’t be surprised that people think we’re assholes. As a collective, we’ve thrown our weight behind some pretty misguided causes.
The World Keeps Going
I thought, if I just touch the wood of the casket, maybe God will bring him back. What if that happened? How amazing would that be? Then everyone would believe in God.
It’s All a Leap of Faith
I believe some things because it is easier than wrestling with the hard questions.
(My agnosticism is a cop out.)
the something else
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t believe there was something else out there.
Why I Believe
I believe because I don’t believe in soundbites, How to Win Friends and Influence People, diets, morals of the story, or myself.
