I learned cynicism at a delightfully young age. One of the most tangible forms I recall was targeted towards my friends who returned from mission trips. "Oh my gosh well I spent a whole week helping the people of Haiti." "I didn't change them, they changed me." Or "I wasn't a blessing to … Continue reading Africa.
This will be hard to write without Spoilers but as my intent is to hopefully get people who have never seen the show to watch it, to sit down and watch what I regard a six season Masterpiece, I will do what I can and avoid any freakish spoilers of this show. Perhaps I will … Continue reading Why I Love: LOST
I have wanted and wanted to write this but I have put patience to it. Waiting for that right moment. The silliness being I don't even know where to begin with this. Maybe beginnings? Yes, let's start there. 2005. I had just turned 14 and I was attending a private Christian School. It was a … Continue reading Why I Love: Young Life
To my friends and family at Swift Creek, Four years ago, I had not met any of you. I had not met any of your leaders; I had not yet stepped on to this campus. I was graduating High School and I had just gone through my last Young Life club. The night of my … Continue reading A letter to Swift Creek.
Listen to this post here: For many who know me and my relationship with the living God they know I love to talk about Him. In fact if I could choose one conversation to have with the people I interact with it would be this. I love to see what people believe about God. I love … Continue reading What I talk about when I talk about Rob Bell.
Often people, when asking what do you want to do with your life, spit out the question; "Well, what do you love to do?" I've been asked this before. And I scrambled my head for all the things that just popped out. I love.....watching movies. I love....hanging out with my friends. I love....being on a … Continue reading Where the Wyld Things Are.
Beginning note: This was written a few months prior to the 2012 election. I once heard "love" defined in a way that completely changed my perspective on the matter. Love, as it was put, means giving up control. It means giving up the desire to change or manipulate the outcome of the relationship. It … Continue reading The Political bias towards control.
My sophomore year of High School I have a vivd memory of a specific night. I had moved to South Florida and I was visiting Tallahassee to see my friends. I remember this night the youth organization I was a part of had a big dinner at Sonny's. I was there eating and this guy … Continue reading Standing up.
"We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong." At noon darkness covered the land. The sun stopped shining. "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." Then the breath that would change the world. Death. "Surely this man was the Son of God." "You … Continue reading Not my own.