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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I have decided to write more, because writing helps me cope. And I need to cope. To that end, I have created several categories for what I will write, and the first one I want to start with is Unshakable Things. These are things that are foundational for me, and upon which I want to build all other things in my life.

Thanks to the ever-diligent John Stonestreet, I saw this article in the New York Times today. In it, Ross Douthat points out that “in the leafless hills of western Connecticut, … the only Christmas spirit that could possibly matter now” “isn’t just the manger and the shepherds and the baby Jesus, meek and mild,” but one where “the cross looms behind the stable — the shadow of violence, agony and death.” Only the cross of Christ can offer hope during times of suffering. (more…)

I am a deeply blessed person. I have a good job and a good family, at least usually, and at least for the most part. Although my body reminds me each day that it is aging, I have enjoyed very good health for most of my life. I have travelled a decent amount, domestically at any rate, and have enjoyed sites and sounds ranging from the babbling rush of a mountain stream to the enormous tranquility of sunset at sea. (more…)