If a man claims Christian faith, he may go out into the world to preach, inviting danger and risking life and limb. But if he no longer cares whether he lives or dies, his sacrifice holds no meaning. If he This does not make him a brave and daring soul. If he has already given up on his dreams and his hope for a future, and no longer wishes to breathe, what does he really risk? We misunderstand...
One day the world will find you, wherever you are. Either they’ll find your bones grasping a shovel in a nearby field, or they’ll find you whittling away at your little blog of a life. Minding your business. Hoping someone but no one stops by and takes notice. You can only write in so many private journals before you begin to wonder whether you’ve wasted your years on private doodling that will...
Nothing hidden will stay hidden. It’s like the ancient words of Scripture saw forward in time to the age of digitization and artificial intelligence. And in this age, it’s either astonishing naiveté or world-class denial that convinces someone to publish their thoughts while gripping tightly the hope of anonymity. And yet here we are. You the voyeur, reading the diary of sorts and me...
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If I had it all to do over, I wouldn’t date. No relationships in high school or after or in college. Just hang out with lots of people and get to know them over time. I’d want to see how they choose to do life. Because I was pretty consistent in my routine and character. I don’t think I posed significant surprises. What might I have become if I remained detached and looked for things to study...
Don’t peel back the scab and expose the wound if you’re not willing to do surgery. Leave it covered. At least we can function day to day that way. I’m left feeling brutalized. Our conversation didn’t heal or love. It didn’t connect us. It left us more clear about the ways we don’t connect, don’t agree, and don’t fit. The wrong words spoken The wrong words spoken, even calmly, do violence to my...
I write anonymously online. These could be journal entries. I want to connect with people. Perhaps one day I will believe that I can show my face.