By on Apr 10, 2017 in The Scrawl |

I have been pondering much about rejection, lately. When I was pushing hard to be a writer, rejection was sort of the name of the game. You submitted work, sometimes to a hundred different agents, and you got rejected by the majority. Sometimes the rejection was silent and timed, like a bad test in school. Sometimes the rejection was harsh and jarring, like being laughed at, also in school. (School was not the time of my life in case you were wondering.) My trajectory has shifted around writing. I am no longer looking at writing as a way to be independent of God nor as a shortcut to fame. (Can I be that honest here? I hope so.) I don’t know of a writer, a true writer, who has ever been able to truly give it up. It’s hardwired into our DNA. But I am changing how I think about writing and what I intend to do with it. But one of the weirder aspects of my change has been in how...

But how does it work?

By on Apr 5, 2017 in The Scrawl |

I’m writing more, bloggingly speaking, than I have in a very long time. I think I know why, but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about diagnosing something that works really well. As most of you might have even grown tired of right now, I am currently in a season where I have been plunged into an ocean of grace, head first, and am breathing deep, liquid gulps of it. Last night, as is every Tuesday night, was Theology at Immanuel. So we studied, we talked, we walked in the light, we paid honor to each other, and we sang the doxology. But what I want to zoom in on today is the why behind the what. I have discussed what happens with regard to walking in the light, but here’s a refresher: 1 John 1:7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin. (ESV) So I...

Rage Against the Machine

By on Apr 4, 2017 in The Scrawl |

When I was a teenager, and well into my current daily life, I have been a fan of Rage Against the Machine. Yes, they use expletives. So does nearly every book I read/write. Yes, they are politically liberal and, at times, unfair in their critique. But man, that yelly/crunchy guitar combo is just lovely. When I was a teenager, though, I loved RATM for a reason other than their musical chops: I was ragey. As so many many many teens are, I felt like the whole world was against me, and I it. Why? Because of limits, boundaries, and rules. I couldn’t get credit because I wasn’t old enough. I couldn’t get a house because they didn’t trust me to sign the mortgage. Things go on and on and there are good reasons for those things but my 17 year old mind just could not grok it. This morning I was contemplating some scripture and, because anger and dealing with it have been...