And you who judge – casting the blame, the indictment of shame – you have no excuse. You who caste indictment upon others in the name of being a good judge of character, you have no excuse. Justifying grounds for you are looser than an untied shoe. Alas, justice and fairness must be dealt. “Thank God I am not a woman,” you pray.
I’m a beggar telling other beggars where to find food.
Real food is needed. Real truth is where unction meets function. Disciples will not be made until our pride is reduced like hide.
Life is built upon life. Cheap tricks won’t save a life lost in a cave. We won’t use banana splits or any other gimmicks that are only counterproductive and destructive.
How many times will the youth pastor shave his head before he saves the spiritually dead? Continue reading
Doing the right thing is having integrity regardless of bling. Good is declining your selfish desire when it calls with a charming ring. Who’s phone call will you answer; God’s or yours? Ring ring … one is good and one is bling. Continue reading
This is not a game.
This is serious business. This interaction is the realist. This run enables us to differentiate the legalist from the hedonist from the nihilist from the theorist. Each person is in part a trialist. Continue reading
I try not to create when it is late. When the light bulbs are buzzing and the crickets are having small talk. I feel like going on a walk. Somewhere I can clear my thoughts from the memories—nostalgia—thinking of people I knew. Continue reading
There’s so much to do. So much. I haven’t a clue,
how to hold the door open for the person behind me. I didn’t ask for them to find me. I didn’t ask for them. They ought to know better than to follow my heed. All I have in my heart is greed. Here I am; male, twenty-two and still struggling to be cool. I don’t know how to act when the pressure is on. I get sidetracked and pretend to be withdrawn. I don’t know how to dress. I’m really a mess. Continue reading
You want what you don’t have. Your exaggerated perception of others feeds your pity party. Although meant to uplift and brighten your mood, thinking about it makes you envy their every move. Life on the west coast makes you “ooo” and life on the east coast makes you “awe.” You compare yourself to others and