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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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

I’ve long felt uneasy with the way Christianity talks about itself. Not so much in what it says about God, but in how it decides who belongs, where truth is allowed to live, and how tightly it must be held to remain safe. Faith often begins with relief. A sense of having found something that…