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The Problem of Discernment Without Chapter and Verse
The invitation came from good people. The kind I’d vetted over time, the ones I’d filed under “safe” after enough interactions to trust they were who they appeared to be. A social event at a venue I’d never been to, later in the evening than I usually venture out, but they would be there, and…
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The Epistle of James & The Collision
My master’s thesis took up the question that Luther famously could not stomach: the apparent collision between James and Paul on the matter of faith and works. Luther called James “an epistle of straw” and meant it as an insult, relegating the letter to the back of his German New Testament because it seemed to…
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More On The Ache To Be Loved
I asked God a question this week that I’ve spent most of my life too afraid to ask directly. Not the polite version. The bare question underneath all the others: Why do I ache to be loved, and what am I supposed to do with an ache that mostly goes unmet? I’ve circled this question…
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The Trouble With Mirrors
If I showed you a photograph of Colin’s father in his twenties, you wouldn’t recognize him. I mean that literally. The face in those old pictures belongs to someone else: Softer, open, capable of an expression that isn’t a fortification. The man he is now wears a different face entirely. Permanently angry. Bitter in a…
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Meet The Alchemist
I read more than is probably reasonable and keep trying to fit one more bookshelf into my living room. It’s a battle I’ve mostly accepted.
I ended up becoming the family’s “black sheep” who pursued medicine instead of the arts everyone in my family seemed to wander into. Somewhere between pharmacology and theology, I found myself gathering more degrees than I intended. “The Alchemist Chronicles” acknowledges the lineage: those of us who measure powders as heirs to medieval practitioners who eventually became known as “pharmacists.”
I live what I consider an abundantly vibrant life. I’m told that If an exclamation point was a person, it would be me. I dance, teach, draw, lift, explore, play, and regularly disappear into a Dungeons & Dragon campaign. If there’s a hobby that exists, chances are I tried it at some point. At home, I have a pet snake named Tiamat and I’m a single mom to a brainy kiddo I’m profoundly proud of. My heart is full, as is my plate.
My aim is simply to leave a record of where I have been, what I have noticed, and why it mattered to me. If that resonates with you as well– welcome to this corner of the internet.
