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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…

Growing Up in a Theology of Hurt I grew up in a faith that treated suffering not merely as an inevitable part of life, but as something close to sacred. Pain was not only expected. It was encouraged. It was framed as evidence of devotion, proof that one was truly walking the narrow way. In…