There are lots of ways to sound your trumpet in the street.
All in Nonsense
There are lots of ways to sound your trumpet in the street.
The spark of the divine might’ve been in the meetings, but it certainly wasn’t in me.
Someone was talking about seeing the Hand of God in her life, but this was all I could think about.
My advocate feels like a conflict of interest, but what are the alternatives?
I got the sense the adjectives the person was using weren’t for the glory of God. Maybe I’m the broken one.
This poems is a response to me wife who responded to me responding to someone else who was speaking at church.
As I sat there listening to person after person testify, the concept of divine love was starting to feel a little squishy. But, who knows, maybe it is squishy?
I was contemplating the shaking teen who had to do the prayer all over again, and I just couldn’t in my heart believe salvation was in the balance.