Without answers

God, what is the point of trying? When everything about life breaks my heart And my soul feels empty and alone, Where are you? Why do I feel this way? What will it take to be at peace in the land of the living? Am I destined to wander in the wasteland, Of parched earth […]

Couples counseling with God

In a cozy doctor’s office with plush couches and rich mahogany bookshelves Holy Spirit: Thank you for taking the time to meet with us, David. Me: Sure, I guess. This is weird. Holy Spirit: What do you mean? Me: This. I’m in a session with you as counselor – clever, by the way – and […]

Wrestling

I’ve decided to be real with God. I’ve been open and honest about my thoughts and feelings in general, but I haven’t directed them to God. I’ve given them to God; I’ve talked about them to God; but I haven’t talked to God about them. So now I am, in total honesty, like a psalm, […]

My spiritual autobiography

The following is a brief autobiography, as submitted as my first paper for a class I am taking at Asbury Theological Seminary: “Where there is no prophetic vision the people cast off restraint [or ‘the people are discouraged’], but blessed is he who keeps the law.” So states Proverbs 29:18 in the English Standard Version, […]

Möbius

This is a humbling place to be Where I’m stripped of all pretensions Even the self-fabricated ones I use to placate myself Caught between confusion, chaos and nihilism Bitterness feels like it’s boring Numb beyond numb, but that’s only on the surface I have no hopes left but You, and by that I mean I’m […]

God is good?

Sometimes I think I’m insane for being a Christian. Time and again I fall for the devil’s oldest temptation: God is holding out on you. I believe it; I grab control of my life back from God; I do something that I think will make me happy; then I watch as my life implodes in […]

The Beautiful Game

Soccer and the U.S. have always had a less than passionate relationship. Not so for this American, though. I started playing soccer at age six in 1988, the age when games consist of a cluster of 15 or so tiny children following a ball on the ground like dingos fighting over a carcass. I came of age when […]