Candles of the Between
The bitter taste of coffee sits on my tongue while the shadowy enigma still haunts me. * * * I …
The bitter taste of coffee sits on my tongue while the shadowy enigma still haunts me. * * * I …
I was going to write this post before I read this article, but reading the article moved the thoughts into …
I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately, so here is a fictional story about me traveling back seven years to when I …
I have been ill at ease with the blog post that I put up yesterday and I have been searching …
Seth wrote a great post the other day about two types of gnosticism. He wrote about the charismatic gnostics who …
for all the promises once made— that God would come in power to set me free—it never happened. i was …
on sinai he came close: heaven passed within a breath. but from our first folly, the way up has been …
Yesterday I read this article. For all of its clear insufficiencies (chief among them being its view of gender roles), …
Once the shadows raged— dark shapes, cold and ragged, and possessed of infinite hatred and fear. But no more. For …
On that loveless december day when Death had covered the sky over with his tattered gray cloak and fire climbed …
I said on Monday that the words were back. And they are. Just not the words for regular, consistent blogging. …
Readers, Ever since Holy Saturday, I’ve been quiet on the blog (I did post last Friday). My life got really …
not even married that Easter morning as some daddy’s daughter grinned through the alleluias and laughed through the creed. but …
I lied, I guess. I said that I would post everyday of Holy Week except for Saturday, a day in …
With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer. His brother-friends. One final time. Meat …
I wonder when Satan first proposed the idea and how long Judas held out, how many times he said I …
On Holy Tuesday, the Orthodox Church celebrates the parable of the ten virgins, emphasizing the need to watch and wait–looking forward to …
Today is Holy Monday. Traditionally, Jesus’ cursing of the fig tree is celebrated on this day. Growing up, I had …
As I write, a candle flickers next to me. The kitchen is messy. The sun is setting. I haven’t yet …
So I wrote a story yesterday. It’s the first real fiction I’ve ever written, and it was part of my …