Why The Church Is Afraid Of Being Real. Guest post from my Son.

It breaks my heart, you know. Just over two weeks ago, I was spending my days drinking up the Hawaiian sun. Picking my wardrobe was easy, when wearing a tank top and board shorts every day was expected. More time was spent in the sea that on land.  And the sea, oh the sea. Liquid bliss, […]

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When You Air Your Dirty Laundry For All To See

“How are you?”  I hear with unsympathetic contempt.  From the one with twisted intent. Those that you try to run from when church service is over. You know them? And tight grips that once kept my life circumstances from slipping through gossiping lips……does not work anymore. Palms are open.  My story is out there for all to see. […]

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Unmasking Real

And He whispers…..“Be Real”. And yet, I come to him bottled up without notions of what real is. Like a shroud covering….                   Layer over layer.                                                  Felt…but not noticed.                                                                                   So long imposed… And I see them.  The masked.  Religious.  Hiding in black.  And I ache for them. The nameless, faceless ones.Unseen.                   Unknown.                                                 Unnoticed.                                                                                   Unloved… But then, I […]

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Real in a Plastic World

“Be real, I hear Him say.”  Yet, hiding for so long.  Behind walls.  Big green eyes. A smile. Social charms. Value as a parent. Wife. Everyone else’s                                                             …besides Gods.  What does it even mean, “Be real”?  Doesn’t life itself break down?  Strip one of self?  Fire of God burn away the dross?   Yet, still, at […]

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