
The Tender Tilt of August
My Ferris wheel metaphor also means I tend to get a little melancholy when we begin the descent, when the humid days of August wind down, and we begin the tilt toward fall.
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My Ferris wheel metaphor also means I tend to get a little melancholy when we begin the descent, when the humid days of August wind down, and we begin the tilt toward fall.

How long, Lord? How long before you set everything right?

Common interactions with a Karen in the wild usually begin with, “Uhm, excuse me?” and end with “Can I speak to your manager?”

Should I explain to him that these “bombs” in his yard could not have come from a 15 pound dog?

I don’t want to reach the end of my life having been admired for being measured, careful, and safe. I want to have lived truthfully enough that those on the margins knew they were not abandoned. Even if my honesty costs me invitations, strains relationships, and makes respectable people uncomfortable. Maybe especially then

I wish I could tell you that the world will always recognize your worth. But you both already know that it won't.

The terms flexible and contextual may not be the first that come to mind for some readers when they hear the phrase Reformed theology.

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I just finished reading Elizabeth Strout’s The Things We Never Say, and it left me wondering about the things we say and the things we don’t say.

1. The feel of a ripe tomato, the size of my hand, pulled off a vine. Yes, there may be spots on it. Turns out you need to prune the […]