You don’t have to look far on the Internet or elsewhere in today’s mainstream culture to hear that we are all special. I totally believe this is true (see UT2). Every person bears the image of God, but it is expressed differently in each person. There is intrinsic value in human life, and in each and every human who lives it. But that is not the way I want to approach that I, myself, am a singular thing. Instead, I want to talk about growing up, and living, as an outsider, a loner. (more…)

Today is my Dad’s birthday. He is 77! That’s just a cool number (more…)

There is exactly one place that I want to be this side of heaven. Thinking back, there’s always been one such place. And that place is home.
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I’ve just got to see how this movie ends.
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Tonight, I was talking to a young friend for whom I have a lot of respect, and during the conversation, I used a word that he did not like. Not at all. I thought it was OK to use, especially given the fact that we were discussing ad-hominem arguments and name-calling in general. He simply did not think this word needed to be said. (more…)

Some things I just don’t understand. Lots of things, actually. Once in a while, I will write about such puzzlers here.

With depression comes feelings of low self-esteem and thoughts of death. This is in direct contradiction to the value people have due to UT2, and is one reason why UT3 exists. But what can you do? It goes with the territory. Rest assured that I’m not thinking of doing myself in, but also know that these are the kinds of thoughts that haunt me frequently, especially when I think I’ve screwed up, which is often enough. If you do read this … well, thanks.
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I suffer from anxiety and depression. For me, nothing is better at making things worse than trying to pretend that these problems don’t exist. And sometimes, nothing is better at piercing that darkness than writing. Sometimes what I write helps bring light into my own personal darkness. Maybe something I write will do the same thing for someone else.

Some of what I write here could be disturbing to sensitive souls (sorry, Mom and Dad, but I need this outlet). If you don’t like what you read here, then by all means go to a different part of the blog and read something else. Thanks!

I believe that we bear the image of God.
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I believe that God created me.
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