f2PointEight
Creative Studio
Category: Religion and Faith
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The Devil and Me
In retrospect, my earliest religious memories were not benign ones. They were not framed in pithy clichés about love or grace or cuddly predatory animals who lost their desire to eat you. They were framed in warning. I was four years old when I first asked my mum who Satan was. It was a question…
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A Chosen People
This is going to be direct. Not because I enjoy provocation, but because clarity sometimes feels like aggression to those invested in the status quo. I have participated in several conversations recently where I was told that I am “bashing Christians.” That there is too much criticism. Too much edge. Too much confrontation. That the…
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To Know God Is To Leave Him
“Jamie! Wake up,” she whispered urgently, shaking my shoulder. “Do you hear them?” Half asleep, I groaned. “Hear what?” “The three ladies. They’re preaching the message of repent again.” She pulled back the curtains and peered out into the soft dawn light, her eyes searching the street with the intensity of someone expecting revelation. I…
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God of the Mirrors
For every argument there is an underlying premise. A set of assumptions already held, invisibly framing how the argument is received. These frames act as boundaries, shaping what feels plausible, what feels persuasive, and what is dismissed before it is fully heard. Often these premises go unnoticed, undefined, and unchallenged. Presuppositions do much of the…
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Love, Without Absolutes
There is a reason love so often becomes the final word. For Christians, for mystics, for those who speak of “spiritual truth” without quite knowing where to place it, love offers something uniquely consoling. It promises an essential coherence underlying the mess of things. It suggests that beneath suffering, contingency, and loss there is a…
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Morality Without Cosmic Enforcement
When fear loosened its grip on how I made choices, I expected to feel lighter. For a long time, goodness had been tied to what would happen beyond this life. Actions mattered because something vast stood behind them. A cosmic seriousness made even the smallest choice feel charged with eternal significance. What I did in…
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Holding The Sky Open
There is a particular discomfort that surfaces whenever the conversation drifts toward origins. Not just about the universe, but about anything that resists clean explanation. Where did this begin? What caused it? What stands underneath it all? The moment the trail of causes grows thin, many of us feel a quiet urgency to finish the…
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Mary and the Repair of a Male-Centred Order
I have begun to wonder whether the story of Mary functions less as a liberation of women, and more as a repair of a theological order that never fully trusted them. Christian tradition often presents her as the answer to Eve, the figure through whom disorder is undone and harmony restored. But the narrative anxiety…
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I Am The World
I was taught that God does not want parts of us. He wants all, or nothing at all. I believed that claim for most of my life. I admired it. It promised commitment. No half-measures. No selective obedience. Faith, if it was to mean anything, had to claim the whole person, otherwise it risked belief…
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The Bible Is Inspiringly Uninspired
There are moments when reading the Bible honestly feels like an act of disobedience. Yes, sometimes the text says something offensive or archaic, but the deeper disturbance often comes from somewhere else. From the way certain questions refuse to be wrangled into surrender. From passages that will not submit to the theological boundaries we place…
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