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I Don’t Serve A Patriotic God

I Don’t Serve A Patriotic God

Wavin' Flag from Flickr via Wylio

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I don’t serve a patriotic god.

I don’t serve a god who is beholden to American rules and regulations, to our political system or our cultural moors. I don’t serve a god who is Republican or Democrat. I don’t serve a god who is for, or against, America. The god I serve is not Americas god.

There is more to this world than the 50 states of the Union.…

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Cynic and Saint

There is a moment of hesitancy before the prayer.

It’s a moment to choose between giving up and leaning in to Jesus, a moment to choose between heartbroken doubt and hopeful wonder, a moment to choose between cynic and saint. In that moment, in the hesitation, I am found to be more of a doubter than a believer and more of an untrusting fool than I would like.

See, when that hesitation comes, I…

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Spread the Love Blog Tour (On Writing and the Writing Life)

Spread the Love Blog Tour (On Writing and the Writing Life)

Esther Emery tagged me in a blog tour about writing. I really like talking about my writing projects and the writing process in general, so this is right up my alley.

This blog tour comes at a time when I have really fallen out of the habit of writing. I’ve just kind of stalled out for various reasons. It’s good to be reminded about this writing thing I am so passionate about. I’m hoping this can…

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Between the Dreaming and the Coming True - Guest Post

Between the Dreaming and the Coming True – Guest Post

My Friend Ethan is a superb story teller. He has a new book out Called Catch and Release: Faith, Freedom, and Knuckleballs. It’s about playing catch and freeing slaves. It’s a great read, and a portion of the sales goes to Not For Sale. I’m giving him some space today to talk about what it was like chasing a dream which became his new book.

Every morning, I try to remember my dreams as I am…

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What if my Son is Gay?

What if my Son is Gay?

Yesterday, an article was shared with me about what to do if my child came out as gay.

The article was written by a conservative Southern Baptist, and at its crux was basically that I should evangelize with love to my child in hopes that they may be put right someday. The article told me that this is a gospel issue, not a “culture war” issue, and that as long as my child wasn’t telling me this…

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Tables In The Wilderness- A Book Review

Tables In The Wilderness- A Book Review

Tables in the WildernessI thought this was going to be a book about a Baptist becoming Episcopalian.

I thought it was going to be about smells and bells, about liturgy. I thought it was going to be the story of someone who is so entrenched, so comfortable, in their Baptist roots that they would never dream of becoming a liturgical worshiper. I thought it was going to be a story of faith crisis, church burnout, and a…

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You Used To Move

You Used To Move

churchYou used to move that way.

You used to show up in visions and prophetic utterances, in moments of euphoria and bliss. You used to show up as I spoke in tongues and was slain in the Spirit.

You used to move that way.

You used to move in signs and wonders. I saw the exorcisms and the healings. I felt the fervor of holy prayers and heard the words of knowledge.

Was it all just a sham? Was it just…

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When I Am Afraid

When I Am Afraid

The muse is silent.

At least that is what I tell myself. I say that my inspiration is dried up, that the words won’t come, that there is really nothing to say right now. I begin to entertain thoughts that maybe the writing life isn’t for me, maybe it was just for a time, and that time has passed. I ponder what it means if my best creative days are behind me, and now I must move on.

Horse shit.


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It’s like summer out here.

It’s like summer out here.



Little man

Little man



Blowing Up Evangelical Baggage {guest post for Jane Halton}

Blowing Up Evangelical Baggage {guest post for Jane Halton}

One foot in either side of the divide.

This is my evangelical position, half way in the culture of prayer, bible studies, worship music, and church services and half way out. Halfway among church culture and half way among the swearing, sweating, drinking, cussing, learning to live real life of “the world”, of my friends, my job, my family. Halfway here halfway there.  Stuck in the middle.


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When My Words Are Stolen

When My Words Are Stolen

Empty SpaceThe blank page told me I was depressed.

It wasn’t just the blinking courser though. It was the silent lips of prayer, the quiet between my wife and I, the ever searching for some music to speak my mood to me. This unrest and stolen words, this is what was manifest on the white, blank screen where my words were supposed to be typed.

I was depressed again.

I wish I could say that this was a story…

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Grace and Sex

Word - the pagesWhen did we stop preaching grace?

When did the evangelical church begin to cozy up with the shitty seductions of moralism and give away our spiritual scandal of the cross in exchange for good behavior we pray will save us? That is what we have done. Dress it up as best you like, it’s still dead works we are trying to prove our salvation by. We have bought into some lie that Jesus’ death gives us…

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Best little face ever. on Flickr.Best little face ever.

Best little face ever. on Flickr.

Best little face ever.

Laid to Rest

Some days I don’t believe in the resurrection.

This isn’t some sort of faith crisis or shifting theology. It’s just the truth of life, and if I’m going to be really honest, if we are going to be honest, some days you don’t believe either.

We spend this life in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. We live with our families, our friendships, and our faith in a Silent Saturday, a day of waiting.…

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