I want….I want….I want….
As my father was want to say when I wanted something, “I know where people want ice water.” He was referring to the cavernous nether-regions below our reality. But he has a point.
As my father was want to say when I wanted something, “I know where people want ice water.” He was referring to the cavernous nether-regions below our reality. But he has a point.
Growing up in the South means backyard gardens throughout the poorest and poshest of neighborhoods. In Virginia, that especially means backyard tomatoes on any scrap of land you can find, but it also means backyard summer squash, because squash – yellow crookneck, zucchini, patty-pan, or heirloom globe – is easy. It’s easy for everyone, that is, except me.
For you “love the sinner, hate the sin” kind of Christians, let me remind you what love looks like. Love looks like welcome. It looks like hands-on care. It looks like kindness without expectation of return. You cannot love people and at the same time keep them at arms’ length. Love requires vulnerability and openness. Love gets messy and isn’t always comfortable. Love can only manifest in relationship. Love does not and will never look like exclusion.
*****WARNING**** For those of you who are sensitive, there is some language in this you may not appreciate. I found I could not say what I wanted to say with milder words. I tried using asterisks and hashtags, but they just didn’t do. If it bothers you, then move on. But, for those who are not sensitive – read on.
WARNING: This is an uncensored rant against God. If you find such things as doubt, anger, and questioning toward God offensive, read no further. If not, then read on.
Now that we are into February of the new year, I’m at a place removed so I can adequately reflect on the year that was 2012. It has taken the better part of a month to process, and even still, I’m not sure how to digest it all. But here’s a first crack at getting my thoughts, questions, and overwhelming confusion out of my head and into this blog.