It was a promising premise. Our social networks were going to be such a great way to stay in touch with people from every nook and cranny of our lives. We could stay in contact with them all, effortlessly and all in one place. Even when it seemed weird that they were sharing photos of how well their food was plated at the Mexican restaurant down the street, we at least loved the transparency and the feeling of being connected. We craved it. We added friends to our lists like they were BOGO microwave dinners at the grocery store.
I wish the church would just go to hell. Into the deepest depths of hell, in fact. Not just the surface level, but down into the white hot flames, the most painful, excruciating places. Where the suffering is intense. Where people come to curse the Lord with as much fervor that could otherwise be mistaken … Continue reading go to hell
“I want to expose the wound to as many people as possible because there may be someone who could help the healing” :: Jeremy Current, Watershed Charlotte There are moments of artistic openness that as a listener you absolutely have to seize, to grab ahold of knowing that you’re likely to learn something incredible. This … Continue reading vulnerable
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor I see the man with a passion come in kicking down the door This lyric is from a Sara Groves song – When the Saints. Every time I hear it, it blows my heart to smithereens, and without fail, I’ll get something in my eye. Without … Continue reading passion
The metaphors we use to describe day to day events speak deep truths about the say we approach life in general. Missed to ground work for this discussion? Check it out here: War Metaphor Part I. We unconsciously use war metaphor to in many different facets of our lives. Already, we’ve said that sports, and … Continue reading war metaphor part ii
I’ve decided that if I had my life to live over again, I would not only climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets; I wouldn’t only jettison my hot water bottle, raincoat, umbrella, parachute, and raft; I would not only go barefoot earlier in the spring and stay out later in the fall; but I would devote not one more minute to monitoring my spiritual growth.
Before we can really discuss the higher-level health care issues, we have to determine what are human rights? Perhaps who determines them? Maybe even most essental . . . what does it mean to be human? Yes, I’m aware these are philosophical questions that may or may not have an easy answer. Let me start … Continue reading human rights?