Based on a true lack of an amen.
All in Poems
This came to mind when I thought about going to choir practice after church instead of pursuing some other activity in sweatpants.
“Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another.”
The wedding went a little long, which gave me some time to reflect.
Can you even belong in the divine family—or any family—without a nickname?
Based on something I saw while staring out the window and thinking of the attempted assassination of Donald Trump.
Obviously I have abandonment issues. Whether it’s fair to conflate those with my relationship with God is currently being internally debated.
They loved Jesus enough to put him right up against Canada Day and long weekends. That’s not nothing.
Maybe the first step of gathering is to realize who is lost. Or maybe I just think it’s funny to take things too literally.