Freedom and Necessary Blindness

By on Aug 29, 2016 in The Scrawl |

This year has been a fascinating experiment in suffering, in joy, in life, really. So much muchness, I like to say. And something that has become more and more apparent to me as time has worn on, is what it means to be free. To be really free. The world has what it calls freedom. It has a sort of pseudo-freedom that looks an awful lot like freedom at first glance. But in so many ways, the freedom I have experienced thus far in my life has just been more slavery. It’s just been more of the same circles around the bottom of the mountain, afraid to ever climb up. A scripture I often wrestled with was this one: If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body be thrown into hell. And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of...

WARNING: Overtly Religious Content

By on Aug 18, 2016 in The Scrawl |

Life has been rough of late. Not rough like broken wrists rough, but difficult. Lots of pulling and stretching and compressing and heating and refining. And yes, that’s vague but that’s just a peek into what it feels like. It feels like I’m being reformed into some other shape, some other way. And last night, about one in the morning it was, I was awake because of a one-year-old who had a nightmare and is cutting teeth. I was awake and, as most people will attest, few good thoughts come when you’re exhausted and listening to a child scream while you wait for them to calm down. There’s a peculiar sort of agitation brought on by a screaming child that, in my opinion, could be used to extract a confession from the most hardened of men. And a confession, of sorts, came from me. But not how you think. Sometimes when I get overly tired and my mind wants to...

Time to Move On

By on Aug 15, 2016 in The Scrawl |