Fog finds often finds us when the times are idle. I’ve known such times. Wetness drowns my soul. Darkness covers my spirit. Fear is all that I know. Even in the midst of such, I chose to walk. I chose to feel my way along. I chose to push through the suffocation. I chose…to open the door. I never looked back…although there was really nothing to look back to. Carpet gathers sediment unlike any other domestic surface. It... Read more
King’s Cabaret October 21, 2018 1am We have talked. We have met. We have done everything we can think of and more. We have been brought to the place of a fundamental question: “How long oh God…how long? How long? How long?” (A patron of the club walks through. Protestors tell him about the murder and beg him not to go in. He declares that he needs to go in. Turning away, he walks away smiling.) The nonchalant response... Read more
The Devil is a Mainline Protestant named Jonah Church. I hate getting up for that shit. I always stay up too late the night before. I guess Saturday night doesn’t lend itself to thoughts of Sunday morning. Regardless, I opened my eyes and started to get up. Something pulled at my ankles. I looked underneath the covers and I saw a red hand. As my grandmother used to say, “The devil don’t ever want you to go to... Read more
Rage is Salvation You shout peace…peace…and there is no peace. If I give all that I have to justice, but do not have rage, I am well intentioned. Rage is impatient. Rage is not kind. Rage is envious. Rage is demanding. Rage celebrates. Rage challenges. Rage champions. Rage rages. Rage keeps a meticulous record of wrongs. Rage delights in the destruction of injustice. Rage protects the oppressed. Rage trusts the oppressed. Rage hopes with the oppressed. Rage... Read more
There is power in prayer. Though I didn’t have a map, I knew which way to go. God was always speaking to me. Before I knew it, I was holding a cross high in the air. Jesus died for moments like this…to show us the way. I knew that my every step was being guided. There is power in realizing where power comes from. There is a wellspring of life there. In a small valley within a larger valley,... Read more
We sent our daughter to her grandparents. She’d been asking to go all week. To say that she loved it over there is an understatement. She felt alive there. Throughout the night, they watched movies and ate treats. Giggles and laughter filled every room. The house was a sanctuary. When it came time to go to bed, they had to convince her to go. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. Her grandparents chuckled about the... Read more
In one month, I turn 35. The older I get the stranger it is to grow old. I have a dear friend that’s dying. He says he’s not afraid. I don’t see how that’s possible. I’m often afraid of living. Then, moments find me that save me. As the moss bounced up and down, I carried my cross. The mountains drew me. The rocks reminded me. The chill awakened me. The air gave me life. Every bounce pronounced... Read more
Polyamorous post. “You’re going to hell!!!” While not the first time I’d seen the line in my inbox, there was something different about this one. I felt that this person was more frightened than hateful. After giving it time, I messaged the person back. In a very calm manner, I asked the person to engage me in dialogue. They weren’t having it. “You’re going to hell!!!” Most of the time, I don’t even reply to shit like this. I... Read more
“Be fruitful and multiply!” Presently, I’m on my way to perform a polyamorous wedding. This is my first time. Though I’m not quite sure what to expect, I know that God will be there. God is always there when some multiplying is going on. We used to have an old preacher that would climb up into the pulpit and scream about the downfall of marriage in our society. I’m not sure if he didn’t have any other... Read more
United Methodist of All Colors Walk for Justice? // Injustice in Dallas Is this a joke? Sadly, I don’t think so. Local United Methodists have organized a, “United Methodist of All Colors Walk for Justice.” This is some “All Lives Matter” respectability bullshit. It must be called out. Back in 2015, I was marching through the streets of Dallas. “No justice! No peace!” “Whose streets? Our streets!” “Say his name!” There was no doubt that we were growing louder... Read more
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