Maybe I’ll try church again. Two years ago, I’d been exiled from my church home four months before. One Sunday, I went to a service at a local megachurch, hiding myself in the crowd. And I asked God why I hadn’t found a spiritual home yet, if I ever would. And in the dimmed lightContinueContinue reading “Why I’ve been a spiritual hobo for a few years”
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Missing the mark: Exploring the meaning of ‘sin’ beyond fundamentalism
I cry, Father, Father, forgive meYou say, Child, I already have.- Joy Williams, Beautiful Redemption I pulled back on the bowstring, my arm trembling to hold it taut. My friend Ashley gave me pointers from the other side of the archery pit. “Pull your finger back before you release so the arrow doesn’t catch.” “AimContinueContinue reading “Missing the mark: Exploring the meaning of ‘sin’ beyond fundamentalism”
Nudity on stage: Theatre D’Art’s Paradise Lost retells Adam and Eve story with more vulnerability, humanity
The midsummer air in the upper room theater stifled, and the box office offered complimentary water bottles. I chose to experience the play barefoot. I knew several members of the cast personally or had seen them in other Theatre D’Art productions, intensifying the experience. My friend Dastan played Lucifer, and Dana (per tradition from hisContinueContinue reading “Nudity on stage: Theatre D’Art’s Paradise Lost retells Adam and Eve story with more vulnerability, humanity”
Help my unbelief
I’m often told by friends and blog readers that my “vibrant Christianity” is inspiring, that I “maintain remarkable stability in the face of incredible odds.” But I wonder if they’d still say that if they knew the me who sometimes wonders if spirituality is real or just a coping mechanism for survival, the me whoseContinueContinue reading “Help my unbelief”
Emotional Hypothermia, Part 5: This is your life
Continued from Part 4 I remember when We used to drive Anywhere but here As long as we’d forget our lives We were so young and confusedthat we didn’t know To laugh or cry Those nights were ours They will live and never die Together we’d stand forever…- Skillet, Those Nights The first week ofContinueContinue reading “Emotional Hypothermia, Part 5: This is your life”
Eleanor Skelton 