The stuff you don’t see
It’s okay to hate some things.
I don’t have to be happy about it to be happy. I can even be sad about it and still be happy.
It’s okay to hate some things.
I don’t have to be happy about it to be happy. I can even be sad about it and still be happy.
We can be better than the things that want to divide us. We can start simple and go from there. There’s no magic wand, but there are small steps toward compassion.
I want my kids to be able to understand what they believe, and why. I want them to ask scary questions, and evaluate the answers. I want them to be able to think of truth as something beautiful, even when some truths are ugly. I want them to be able to accept that some truths can’t be known, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still search for them.
Since around spring of 2019, I have been regularly contributing to the Christian/Conservative satire website, The Babylon Bee. Friends and family often ask which ones were by me (often guessing incorrectly). While it’s flattering when people ask me, “Hey did you write this one? It’s hilarious!” …The truth is that I’m surrounded by absolute comedic…
This is a song I wrote for my sons. If they learn nothing else, I hope they can learn this.
I understand why someone might look at all the pain and suffering and cruelty in the world, and ask that question. If God is love, why would a loving Father allow His children to suffer? …Or, at the very least, why not stop some of the very worst attrocities?
My dad once said that when he became a new parent, he discovered a whole new capacity for love, like a new heart that he’d never used before, but had been saved just for this purpose. That’s exactly what it’s like.
I recently ran across a song I wrote when I found out we would be having twins. It’s an incredibly cheesy poem, wherein I fantasize about all the fun adventures I’ll be having with the twins: running around and rough-housing, the projects we’d work on together, the conversation’s we’d have… the fun experiences I’d introduce them to.