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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…