Dear church, Thank you for showing me how messed up I was. I wouldn't have realized that you messed me up if your doctrine didn't tell me I was. Thank you for showing me that I can achieve anything if I die to myself. The more I die to myself, the more I'm not accepted … Continue reading Dear Church
If you've been following me for some time, you know that I've changed a lot. I've had many ups and downs in my journey since I've started The Spiritual Dilemma, but everything has been worth it. Every mistake, adventure, and curious thought has shaped me into the person that I am today. If you're new … Continue reading I don’t call myself “Christian”.
I'm not conceited or consumed with myself. I just have a lot going on in my head. I write a lot about myself because these are things I would have never said. Sometimes I'm infatuated with the idea of infinity and others I'm not, but I can't seem to get past the nots and that's … Continue reading A Poem: Enthralled
I'm here in this present moment. The universe turns and it changes, but I am here. I am still. I sit in the shadow of the light as time passes, but I do not pass. I am here. I am still. As all changes, I realize that as my body is on this ground- we … Continue reading A Poem: Thisness
This weapon of war is now a statue. It's a prophecy of something that we can hope for. Bombs drop, people scream, Satan laughs, and everyone is searching for meaning. As war begins, darkness spreads over the world. "It's for God!" No it's not. It's for your own fears and moral constructs. We've gotten rid … Continue reading A Poem: Statues
"Jesus took the Twelve aside and told them, “We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled. He will be delivered over to the Gentiles. They will mock him, insult him and spit on him;they will flog him and kill him. On the … Continue reading The Death of God
When I close my eyes and think of peace, I see you radiating it so kindly. Guns. Violence. Slander. Murder. When I think of peace, I think of empathy, and it's something that moves me. Parkland. Great Mills. Vegas. Orlando. When I think of peace, one moment becomes an eternity. Travon Martin. Stephon Clark. Eric … Continue reading A Poem: Peace