It says in the Bible that there should be no poor among us, and I think the church has sadly and grossly misinterpreted that verse. We have taken it to mean that we must cloister ourselves with other "middle-class" families every Sunday in comfortable churches with huge sanctuaries equipped with expensive equipment so that not only are the poor not ( Read more... )

I was talking with a friend a few weeks ago and discussing how I came to believe what I believe. I was telling him how I grew up wanting to be "the good kid," wanted to please everyone around me, and how this caused me to follow rules, get good grades, etc. I realized that when I first began calling myself a Christian, I was just trying to be "the ( Read more... )

Broken Heart--a canyon splits it ( Read more... )

It's funny. It's funny that things start to happen when you start to pray. And it's funny that that's funny. After all, that's why people pray, right? To make things happen. To get what they want. But I think that most people who pray are one of two kind of prayers. Hmmm...not prayers as in the plural of "pray" but as in people who pray: pray-ers. ( Read more... )

it's time
no, literally: it's time
check the clock
there actually is no time
but the present

A car drove by my house today. I was on the front porch, reading; that's how I know that it drove by. The first thing I noticed was the sound. It was kind of rasping as it came to a stop at the red sign in front of my house. The next thing I heard were many children's voices spurting, "Whoooaaa," as if they were looking at a castle. But they weren' ( Read more... )

It was a strange night tonight. It was a long day, a very long day, not in that it was necessarily bad or tiring, but literarlly, it was long, I was working for thirteen hours straight. When I got home, I really wanted to do nothing, but, in a confession to God that I'm not convinced on prayer that I made yesterday, I promised to take a walk and ( Read more... )

look at all the people ( Read more... )

when the best in you has died
we'll bury you outside
in the bottom of the sandbox where
you used to eat the ants

would you be offended
if i recommended we consider
our memories scars that remain

and what cuts me more deeply
you've sold me so cheaply for a
second-rate jester with no confidence

the road that's grown longer
has just made you stronger and maybe
it's just that's where i'd like to be