Fluence

Okay, some deep thoughts are bouncing around in my head. Here they are: I’m only fully responsible for what I can directly control. I’m only partly responsible for what I can influence. I’m not responsible for what is under someone else’s...

Edge of me

Ragged I feel the end of me The fraying edges of my fear The tattered fringes of my trying The frantic fingers of my pushing. I always feel broken here at the edges Fleshly me finding futility there in the dark Again Forgetting that faith can traverse these winding...

Seven Year Itch, part II: Mirrors Don’t Lie.

Yesterday I explained how I used to be a wonderful Christian husband who loved my wife but also wanted to leap from a moving vehicle to avoid being with her. It all boils down to love, they say, but nay—it all boils down to one’s definition of love. I’ll...