This Lost and Found Life
February 1, 2017
As you get older, it’s easy to become preoccupied with all the things you’re losing: time, mobility, options, friends, hair. The attrition of existence can all begin to get heavy
As you get older, it’s easy to become preoccupied with all the things you’re losing: time, mobility, options, friends, hair. The attrition of existence can all begin to get heavy
Safety. To quote a wise man: “You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.” Safety has been the mantra of those trying to
From the moment my feet stepped onto Broad Street in Center City Philadelphia thirty years ago, I started to realize I’d been missing something. Like most young, cisgender, white Christian guys living in America,
Hate is a horribly powerful thing. It has a way of infiltrating the heart like a Cancer; polluting it, hardening it, darkening it, destroying it from the inside. When someone submits
As you get older, it’s easy to become preoccupied with all the things you’re losing: time, mobility, options, friends, hair. The attrition of existence can all begin to get heavy
Safety. To quote a wise man: “You keep using that word. I don’t think it means what you think it means.” Safety has been the mantra of those trying to
From the moment my feet stepped onto Broad Street in Center City Philadelphia thirty years ago, I started to realize I’d been missing something. Like most young, cisgender, white Christian guys living in America,
Hate is a horribly powerful thing. It has a way of infiltrating the heart like a Cancer; polluting it, hardening it, darkening it, destroying it from the inside. When someone submits