Tag: faith
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Roundup Post: What I’ve Been Writing Lately (And Why)
I’ve been writing a lot lately. Not in a structured, “this is the plan” kind of way, but more in a way where one idea leads into another, and before I realize it, there’s a thread running through everything. I didn’t fully see it at first, but looking back over the last few posts, it’s…
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I Shouldn’t Be Here Or: On Faith and the Never-Ending Story
I have nearly died more times than I can count. That isn’t hyperbole. I’ve been in hospitals, in rapid decline, close enough to death that it stopped feeling abstract. It’s happened often enough that I can’t even give you an exact number anymore. The closest was a heart attack that killed 14% of my heart…
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Hope Is Not Passive
I’ve always wanted to have a relationship with God. Not just belief, and not just ritual. I want to understand the why behind things—the how. I want to know that there is something beyond myself I can turn to when my own mind runs out of answers. I spoke about doubt recently, and today I…
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Prayer, Mercy, and the Sound of Now
How U2 and President lead me to prayer. Music anchors my life. It always has. It fills the silence in a way nothing else can, a constant companion when everything else feels uncertain. There are times I step away from it—intentionally, even—but those breaks never last. I always come back. I need it. Part of…
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Easter, and the God of Doubt
I’ve started to wonder if we’ve been thinking about God the wrong way. Not as something hidden from us—but as something that lives in the very doubt we struggle with. That idea would have frustrated me before. It still does, if I’m being honest. Because if God is real, if any of this matters, then…
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What I Couldn’t Say To My Son
The other day my son told me he might want to join the military. Or maybe become a police officer. My heart dropped. I didn’t react the way he probably expected. I didn’t argue. I didn’t lecture. I didn’t tell him he was wrong. But inside, something in me tightened immediately. Because I value having…
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Why I’m a Southern Leftist
The more I look at things, the more I realize that communication is our number one problem and our biggest benefit. We’re losing the ability to talk to each other — really talk — across lines of difference. We speak in rehearsed slogans, defend our tribes, and mistake volume for conviction. But if I could…
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Protecting Everyone: What Marjorie Taylor Greene and James Talarico Showed Me About the Next Stage of Humanity
It might sound strange to say that two politicians as different as Marjorie Taylor Greene and James Talarico have both been on my mind. For most of my life, I would’ve counted Greene as an enemy—the “Jewish space-lasers” lady, the caricature of everything I thought was wrong with politics. And yet, lately, I’ve found myself…
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All Hail Electric Jesus?
I have an idea. A dangerous one. It came to me in a fog—physical pain, emotional spiral, sleep-deprived and dosed with movies and doubt. The kind of storm where something either breaks or breaks through. The idea is this: What if I wrote a novel called All Hail Electric Jesus? It would be framed as…
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Supporting Priest, Surviving the System, and Building Something Real
Supporting Priest, Surviving the System, and Building Something Real I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how artists get paid. Not just big names—but the working artists. The ones making music that hits your soul in the middle of the night. The ones building weird, cinematic, honest art without a label, just hoping someone out…
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Unto A Golden Dawn
Unto a Golden DawnA novel by Frank M. Anderson What if Edgar Allan Poe and Aleister Crowley weren’t just legends from different eras—but boys in the same school, bound by fate, and undone by each other? Set in an alternate 19th-century England, Unto a Golden Dawn is a dark historical fantasy assembled from recovered documents: letters, school…
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