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.
The Better Story
It is up to the reader to decide which story is true—or if not to determine truth, at least to decide which is the story they will believe.
Let’s Talk About Ghosts
Do I cling to God and morality because behind those things there lies a black, incessant void of despair and pointlessness that existentialism can barely put a Hello-Kitty band-aid on?
AN OPEN LETTER TO THAT WEIRD GUY JUST STANDING AND WATCHING STUFF IN BREUGHEL’S WEDDING DANCE
The fun sexy couple that is totally giving you the side eye and feeling really, really uncomfortable because you are just standing there.
