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The Day After Election Day

These are heavy days in America. The acrimony is escalating, moment by over scrutinized, incendiary moment and chances are it’s sucked you in too. You’ve no doubt succumbed to the surrounding

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Dear Hatred, From Love

Dear Hatred, I trust this letter finds you well. Actually, from the look of things out there business is booming for you lately. I’ve got to hand it to you, you’ve managed

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No, God Doesn’t Bless America

God doesn’t bless America. No, this isn’t the kind of inflammatory, fear-fueled threat that lots of Evangelical pastors prefer to major in these days. It’s not some doom and gloom,

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Miss the Dead, Not the Living

I really miss my dad. Since he passed away suddenly almost four years ago, the grief of losing him has been a constant companion, always lurking just out of sight, waiting

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Thanks, Obama

Dear President Obama, History usually has a way of revealing the truth. Like the sun gradually coming up and burning away the morning dew covering everything, the unfolding years chase away the

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The Day After Election Day

These are heavy days in America. The acrimony is escalating, moment by over scrutinized, incendiary moment and chances are it’s sucked you in too. You’ve no doubt succumbed to the surrounding

Read More »

Dear Hatred, From Love

Dear Hatred, I trust this letter finds you well. Actually, from the look of things out there business is booming for you lately. I’ve got to hand it to you, you’ve managed

Read More »

No, God Doesn’t Bless America

God doesn’t bless America. No, this isn’t the kind of inflammatory, fear-fueled threat that lots of Evangelical pastors prefer to major in these days. It’s not some doom and gloom,

Read More »

Miss the Dead, Not the Living

I really miss my dad. Since he passed away suddenly almost four years ago, the grief of losing him has been a constant companion, always lurking just out of sight, waiting

Read More »

Thanks, Obama

Dear President Obama, History usually has a way of revealing the truth. Like the sun gradually coming up and burning away the morning dew covering everything, the unfolding years chase away the

Read More »