Don't Read the Comments

Most days, I try and write with a level head. I take a step back from the heat of a moment, quiet my emotions, and present what I have to say in a calm and rational manner. Today is not one of those days. You might remember a post I wrote about a year ago, with just a few of my tangled-up thoughts about the Syrian refugee crisis. Right after that, the horrible attacks in Paris happened, and I'm sorry to say that I stopped speaking out on the matter. The fear in the world was too volatile, and my own fear of backlash if I were to speak out was too great. But faith has to be greater than fear, because as 2 Timothy 1:7 tells us, "God gave us not a spirit of fearfulness; but of power and love an

“This World Is Not My Home” And Other Things We Tell Ourselves To Avoid The Crushing Reality Of An U

A few weeks ago I was feeding Ira, my 7-month old, and we were listening to Sufjan Stevens’ record, Carrie & Lowell. The theme of the album is centered around the death of his mother, and if you haven’t heard it, I highly recommend it. Anyway, there’s a song on there called “Fourth of July” and it is haunting to say the least, especially when There’s that ultimate, cosmic elephant in the room: What happens when we die? you know the context. The refrain is “we’re all gonna die,” and I listened to it as I sat there feeding my baby while my older child slept in his bed. Suddenly, I was overcome with the thought that it is inevitable that I will one day be separated from my children, and they fr

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