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What if we chose honesty?  Those are the kinds of thoughts you entertain after spending time in the Pauline epistles. But truly, let’s give the question some weight.  What if we did? Not the kind of honesty that wounds in the name of ‘truth’. But the kind that values relationships more than self. The kind stripped of what the world had taught us about self-preservation.  The kind that doesn’t keep people at a distance because of past hurt.  The kind that doesn’t enter new sit

I didn’t know You. Of that, I was sure. I didn’t know You. But I felt You. When Your blood streamed down my flesh, something in me answered. Before the borrowed words ever reached my lips. “ Forgive me, Jesus, for I am a sinner, You died for, on the Cross .” Mere words from a sinful mouth, but enough for You to step in. Repeating them felt right, so I did. I invited You into the chaos I’ve called home. I offered You a seat somewhere next to Mammon and his companions. Just a v

I dreaded writing this piece, though I felt the nudge to write about Holy Week. How does one speak of the Word made flesh? No descriptor feels strong enough. No words feel right. So I decided the best I could do was write from the heart—and hope it lands. So, there we go. I was disgusting—filthy, gross beyond recognition—and worse, I enjoyed it. I was lost. You knew it. I knew it. Yet the filth didn’t bother me; the pigpen enticed me. I yearned for it. The wind of the world s