Been thinking a lot lately about people who try to live holy lives, but who never want take on any holes.
All in Some Sense
Been thinking a lot lately about people who try to live holy lives, but who never want take on any holes.
I started to wonder if most internet reviews could be viewed through a theological lens.
Based on a true surgery in February. I just lost the poem until now.
WARNING: This is explicit. There’s at least 10 swears, including 7 f-words. If that’s the kind of thing that bugs you, you shouldn’t read this. (And if you’re disappointed for these words running through my head on a loop while I walked my dog, then just imagine my disappointment for the whole experience!) Based on a true audition.
I don’t know why I wrote this. Something about some of the men who live the largest being the most empty inside.
I was watching Welcome to Wrexam and a guy said something like, “When you step back and look at the big picture, you can see nothing lasts forever.” I liked the sentiment and the cadence, so I just played around with it, and somehow the woman I love crept in.
“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.
Based on a true father. Probably based on all the true fathers. At least half.