Today Christians around the world celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Believing in the resurrection is arguably the tallest order of professing the Christian faith.
Growing up, I believed in the resurrection like I knew the sky was blue: as if it was something I had seen with my own two eyes. Read More
Looking back now, it seems to me there are a lot of ways to go about becoming a storyteller, but I think it includes figuring out a few things, mainly: (1) what story you've been living, (2) what story you've been telling and (3) what story you want to come next. This series is my attempt at telling parts 1 and 2 in tandem. Read More
One morning I had a vision. There was a meadow surrounded by a flock of geese, preparing to descend upon the water at one time. They marched to a beat, an invisible drum pounding like something you’d see in a war film. In this vision, I was a beaming ray of light walking on the water to the center. I had a message for the geese, and in a moment I flashed awake and found meditation to be the answer to finding complete and total inner peace. Read More
Eleven years ago I stopped going to church. For a 20-year-old who had felt a real, true connection with the person of Jesus, this was an agonizing decision to make. I witnessed so much unraveling about the faith I had been raised in -- and I felt in my conscience I could no longer profess this faith, nor condone the horrific actions of people who claimed to lead it.
My grandmother, an open-minded spiritual person, played a pivotal role during these early "unchurched" days, offering comfort and understanding when most of the Christians around me were impatiently tapping their feet and wishing I'd "just get over it."
The last 10 years have been spent wrestling with myself and my God, asking in a million different ways: Is this all a farce? Read More
One cold, dreary Colorado winter morning, my dog woke me up. Like every other day, she wanted to go outside. But unlike every other day, a shocking, embarrassing rage consumed me. I was angry, tired and frustrated that I had this dog to wake me up when I had been happily sleeping. I angrily marched upstairs from my basement apartment, opened the door to let her out and angrily flung it shut behind her. Read More