Upper room.

5.31.2020 Dad, I’m still only playing at love. I’m still only playing with black lives. I’m not trying to know their world but pull them into my own. Use the Dream [Between the World and Me] that burdens them to clothe their beautiful black bodies and redeem their inhumane lives. But it cannot. The white... Continue Reading →

Burn me beautiful.

5.3.2020 Dear dad, I was insulted by Jesus today. I didn’t hear a voice or a sign or anything like that. I was merely reading the Bible. Merely, is how I often look at reading Scripture. However, it is this mindset I’ve learned is quite the same as the mindset of the Pharisees when Jesus... Continue Reading →

Soft soap.

4.27.2020 Dear dad, “I was by no means innocent, either, of the slow supplanting drift by which means to our most cherished and noble ends become the ends themselves-so that, for instance, writing something to change the world becomes writing something that matters to you becomes publishing something halfway decent becomes writing something publishable; or,... Continue Reading →

Social distancing.

3.21.20 Dear dad, So much has happened in so little time. We are all adjusting to a new reality of quarantines, stay-at-home challenges, and social distancing. Kids are not in school, public places are empty, and some businesses face at least short-term closure. I have run into more people on the trail than usual. It... Continue Reading →

Screwtape and me.

3.17.20 My Merciful Father, This just intercepted from the other side. It is no surprise the Fallen One is taking full advantage of the current state of arousal in our beloved people. Like all else, he is using the disease to distract them and incite fear. He is herding our people to their stores to... Continue Reading →

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