A few years ago my Grandpa Elam passed away. Grandpa was an interesting and inspiring guy. First off, he wasn’t a blood relative. He took my dad… Read more “Grandpa’s Last Sermon”
He builds empires of laughter from the tearful ruins of failure.
If there is no objective truth or absolute moral law then human dignity, love, friendship all of these things we hold dear become social constructs, they don’t exist, except to make us feel better.
But lately, they had grown together like two trees that occupied the same place in the woods for so long that they entwined and you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
We are all, after all, hypocrites.Hypocrisy is just the unit of measurement between the face I show to the world and the face I know to be true that stares back at me from the mirror and haunts my sleeplessness with accusations of darkness. The distance between those faces is measured in hypocrisy.
….grief is a shadow cast by the great light of love.
Loss. Disillusion. Dissolution. The writers of the Gospels don’t spend ink telling us how they felt on Saturday. It was the Sabbath and nothing could be done,… Read more “Passion Week, Saturday: Waiting in the Dark”