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I Spent Hours Locked in a Dark Closet as a Child. I’m Still Finding My Way Out.
I don’t remember every detail of my childhood. But I remember the closet. I remember the darkness. And I remember the questions a frightened little boy asked himself while the world carried on outside the door.
Six Strings and the Wolves
Sitting in a quiet room with an old acoustic guitar in my hands, I found myself facing a question I never thought I’d ask: What do you do when the thing that brings you comfort is also the thing that could help pay the bills? Six Strings and the Wolves is a reflection on divorce,…
Pew Jumpers, Camel Balls, and My Atheist Father’s God
I was raised by Pentecostals, atheists, Baptists, Muslims, and more than a few accidental philosophers. Somehow, nobody taught me to hate the other side.
Now I watch neighbors, churches, and communities divide themselves into “us” and “them,” and I can’t help but wonder: when did faith become more about identifying enemies than loving neighbors?
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