An invitation to for many of us to stop pretending we know and embrace belief.

Turns out most things were never about me to begin with.

Many think the question is noble. I think it’s a sign of something seriously wrong. In my poem, Jesus agrees with me.

Based on a true feeling.

I stared a moment or two wondering if the guy at church was a visitor, and then I realized it didn’t matter.

I was struck by the human instinct to always insert drama into the divine, but I think that’s because we’re more interested in drama than knowledge.

I received this man’s terrible news with a sense of comfort.

It’s funny to me, the restrictions we put on deity.

Based on a true story of leaving Sunday school to go watch a choir practice in the next room.

I think the religious have always had a fraught relationship with suffering, mostly because it’s inevitable but always feels unfair.

Something about her performance reminded me of the religious shrieker married to the father in The Brothers Karamazov.