The Journal of a Journey
Unless someone changes their ways, their apology is worse than worthless. Words are easy. They require the exercising of a few brain waves, followed by the coordination of tongue and throat and diaphragm to blow air through the larynx and Read More …
As I’ve told my story over the last nine years of my journey out of a cult background, there’s one response I’ve heard over and over: “This is an example of why it’s so important to follow Jesus instead of Read More …
The most infuriating thing is when people don’t even have enough compassion to stop and listen to the cries of the wounded and broken and bleeding who are still dealing with the effects of purity culture. Read More …
If the church is to root predators out of their midst and protect the people, we must start with the understanding that there are vile people who intentionally abuse and hurt others. There are people who do not merely fall into sin by mistake. Instead, they carefully plan their moves and make calculated decisions to entrap and abuse those around them. They also manipulate and deceive non-victims to believe that they are godly people who would never commit such horrible acts. Read More …
“If the Scriptures said to go to the northwest, we would travel towards the northwest. If the Scriptures said to travel toward the south, we would travel south. Yet, somehow, we ended up in the regions of Hell.” Read More …
Some of us were thrown directly into the flames. Others of us were slowly seared by the heat, like a hot dog on a stick. Still others of us managed to stay away from the flames most of the time, and were burned less than others. At least that’s what we think. Read More …
Some time back, I set Psalm 150 to music and added a chorus and yodel. I’m finally making it available in recorded form. Enjoy! Read More …
Racial discrimination tends to fly under the radar. White people tend not to see it, and they certainly don’t experience it.
But if I’m hearing my black brothers and sisters correctly, their experiences are much like a bag of pebbles. Read More …
I experienced the anguish and helplessness of watching a man be murdered with no way to help. If a thug attacked a man and held him down, I would call the police.
But when the thug is a policeman, who do you call? Read More …
Early this morning, I awoke and sensed that the Lord was giving me something to write down. I wrote it as I heard it from Him. Read More …