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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…

Content Note: This essay discusses mental illness, suicidal ideation, and death. Please read with care. I’m Here… For Now “Do you have thoughts about harming yourself, or ending your life?” Her question cut directly to the reason I was there. Shifting in my chair, I searched for words precise enough to answer without exposing too…

I offer this piece in two voices: the one I had fifteen years ago, and the one I carry now. The first half is taken from a blog post I wrote as a believer, convinced of Eden’s historic value, the Sabbath, and the outward-moving love of God. I have left these words mostly untouched, because…