What was that about one door closing, another opening? Does it really work that way? Does it? I slammed that one door before. Slamming doesn’t work too well. It didn’t. The door cracked open. Whatever was to stay behind it, didn’t. I had to go back, against that all, and close it again, this time mindfully and firmly.
Oh how hard that was. No cracks, no air, no light.
I turned around to make the first step in that choking darkness. There you stood, shining, strong, beautiful, beloved by many. Continue reading “About the Doors”
There is something I dislike about being at large social gatherings. By “large” I mean more than two or three people.
I have blamed not liking those on noise, on my introversion, on this or that person. Others have brought up my dietary preferences and similar silliness.
What it is though, is that, even if dime large gatherings are rather nice, with a few executions, I feel terribly alone there.
Existence of nonexistence is unfortunately different from nonexistence.
I created a life-size hole in the fabric of it.
Continue reading “A Life-Size Hole”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with that woman,” says Louise. “Every week, is it?” Continue reading “Not Like This Is Anything Special”
One minute and thirty-five seconds into this podcast (the RobCast, by Rob Bell) you would hear Peter Rollins say this: Continue reading “Rendering”