Faith and Doubt
Sometimes Girls Want To Be Looked At
This week I wrote on Facebook and Twitter that I think women should feel free and comfortable breast-feeding in public, and also that women who bottle/formula feed should be free from judgment and criticism. No-one has any right to criticize the way you feed your child as long as you do, in fact, feed them.…
Read MoreLetters to the Wounded, From the Wounded
(This is the seventh part in a series. Click the links to read the rest of the series: One – Going Back to the Beginning, Two – Stuck Between Two Horses, Three – The Wrong God, Four – Stepping Stones and a Crossroads, Five – Of Simmering, Resting, and Labels, and Six – He Is…
Read MoreHe Is Not a Tame Lion
(This is the sixth part in a series. Click the links to read the rest of the series. One – Going Back to the Beginning, Two – Stuck Between Two Horses, Three – The Wrong God, Four – Stepping Stones and a Crossroads, Five – Of Simmering, Resting, and Labels, and Seven – Letters to…
Read MoreSometimes I Have To Suck It Up and Say I Was Wrong
Since writing recently about being in-between, re-examining what I believe to be true about God and the world, and rejecting certain forms of religion, the following story has Not. Left. Me. Alone. (You can find it in the Bible, in the gospel of Luke, chapter 18, verses 9-14.) To some who were confident of their…
Read MoreLament: The Language of Pain
We pour out our miseries God just hears a melody Beautiful, the mess we are The honest cries of breaking hearts It’s better than a hallelujah Today, this is my song. It gives me words to pour out my heartache before God. We learned yesterday that our friends lost their young son to a terrible…
Read MoreCan a Good God Plan Our Pain? Thoughts on Sovereignty and the Problem of Pain
My son burst through the screen door, crying. It was the sound of a child who was slightly hurt and looking for excessive sympathy. “I was climbing the tree, all the way to the top. Then I slid down a branch and scraped my hand and my leg!” He held out his hand, where a…
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