What Makes Me Insane

Do you know what I would like to will tell you today? I would like to will tell you that my heart [literally] burns a [metaphorical] hole right through my chest in reckless response to all the pressing and painful needs scarring our globe (I wish to God I could be a part of relieving every single one). I can't watch the news because whatever affliction my little eyes see and whatever sorrow my little ears hear always ends up with my little spirit getting ground down to powder, my little arms feeling [ read more... ]

What I Know [And Don't Know] About Hell

Let me tell you what I don't know about hell: I don't know if this hell the Good Book tells us about is a literal place or a metaphorical mystery; an eternal torment or temporal purgatory. I don't know if there will be blackness and brimstone, flesh-eating flames, teeth-gnashing, weeping or loneliness big enough to block every kind of light. I don't know if it's none of those things at all, or something totally other and unfathomable. You won't see me stomping my foot down or dying on a hill [ read more... ]