This return to purity --a slow, redundant walk through mud I will always know-- is cherished by the most masochistic part of my spotted heart. The hot water bubbles and makes me think of gluttony --the starving man's delight. But rising again from the steaming bath my shoulders burn with…
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Fragment Me
Nobody is perfect. Each man and woman on this planet is different. Fingerprints. DNA. The non-negotiables are all unique. Is this chaos? No. Not in my mind. What I perceive as chaotic is just the random, splotchy corner piece to a puzzle for which I have no guide to build.…
Pendulumic
My be-denimed legs pumped, pushing the fragile night air out and away, back to the sky from whence God breathed. I hung back in the swing, considering the coldness of the chain links beneath my clenched fingers. It was Sunday night, and I was spending a few moments in prayer…
A Modern Christian's Blasphemy
A friend of mine, intrigued by a minor glimpse into my complicated system of religious beliefs, recently posed some questions for me via email. He called his questions both "quick" and "rhetorical." They turned out to be neither. So, I thought it would be more efficient to post my response…
A Good Christian
I was recently asked if I considered myself to be a "good Christian." My answer was, "Well, I'm a good person." A good person obeys the law, loves her husband, encourages her friends, pays taxes and showers regularly. And yes, with the exception of the occasional (unreasonable) speed limit, I…
What's up, God?
There is a little girl in Georgia, Ashley, who has recently received the worst kind of news. She is not healthy. She is in dire need of all sorts of medical resources, the intelligence of doctors, the expertise of surgeons, the wisdom of counselors. She needs her parents' unfailing love,…
The very least
Hooray! My broker's license class is over. sigh Now only a review session (Monday) and the 3-hour test (Thursday) stand in my way. Tomorrow it's back to work with Mom. And thank goodness. I learned to love San Francisco during this last week, the longest of my life. But I…
The Hook Tree
The fresh spring wind tosses the tree branches playfully at the corner of College and Arroyo. There, barricaded behind rows of palm and cedar trees, is my church, the place where my faith was forged by God. I am chilled by the breeze as I sit in the crooked arm…