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I had some time on a tour bus in Las Vegas. I met a man. I wish him well.
Feels like taking the Lord’s name in vain to use his authority to crusade against a fake rabbit, no?
I had a lot of time to think about tithing, and I realized I only know how little I know.
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.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. It’s hard to see what we have when we have it.
My advocate feels like a conflict of interest, but what are the alternatives?
An invitation to for many of us to stop pretending we know and embrace belief.
Many think the question is noble. I think it’s a sign of something seriously wrong. In my poem, Jesus agrees with me.
I got the sense the adjectives the person was using weren’t for the glory of God. Maybe I’m the broken one.