A Definitive Collection of My Writings

In the beginning was the word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.  He was with God in the beginning and through him, all things were made. Without him, n othing was made that has been made in him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. At the beginning of time, God spoke as into existence, his word is life. And God in the garden sustained Us by his presence.  His presence, provided our Safety and Security, his presence meant our value and his presence defined our identity. In the beginning, we were his people and our God was our vision. But when sin came in that vision  was clouded; what was once a perfect Utopia of Man walking with God, became a scattered reflection of what might have been had w e not rebelled. As Sin drove a  wedge between us and our God, s o was a wedge driven between our hearts and his truths. In  the same way the mountains become smaller, the further you get from them, our view of God became smaller the further our...

 " The most painful experiences in this life are those that force us to abandon our spirit for the protection of our soul." Life is not fair. You know this. It can leave us feeling scared, feeling alone, feeling like we’re suffocating and screaming with nobody around who cares to rescue us. It chips away at who we are, often eroding the most wonderful parts inside. This cycle, often out of our control, will begin to shape the trajectory of our lives, leading us to believe lies about the world around us, and lies about ourselves. When we have nothing to balance out a lie, it will continue to grow until it distorts every aspect of who we are and how we see and interact with the world. So let me offer you this truth: Life is not fair. But life is beautiful. Among the most beautiful things we get to experience in this life are Voyages. This is when we’re presented with the chance to, whether by calling or by circumstance, leave behind the lands of our past and journey into un...

  A word from the author… Ranked among the most brilliant of human philosophers is a man by the name of Charles M. Shultz. Just a glance at his work, and you’ll discover a mind deeply in tune with human nature; Love, Loss, Pain, Charity, Depression, Excitment, Betrayal, Friendship, Brotherhood- the challenges of growing up, the trials of finding our identity, what it means to be human- He understood. And yet he chose to convey these deep messages to us in the most unassuming way: A column comic called Peanuts. Why? Because he was a student of life. He knew that the most profound truths life has to offer are the simplest to understand, and that the simpler a truth, the harder it is for us to accept it. So he drew. A bunch of children and a dog living their lives. But really, they were living our lives, if we’re honest. Our hopes, fears, dreams, and passions. And such is the nature of stories. Good stories tell us truth about human nature. They tell us truth about ourselves. And if w...

“Yet their eyes sparkle like diamonds; Like ocean foam glistening defiantly in the light of a cold dawn, bashing relentlessly against the shore” Life has a way of wearing us down. It has a way of taking the better, brighter parts of us, and grinding them off. Dulling us out, both in stature and shine, till all that’s left is a remnant of a spirit that once shone so brightly. and thats reality.  This world is dark.  The outlook is bleak.  And there’s nothing we can do to change it. The original title of this post was “The importance of dreams.” A title whose nuances I failed to grasp for two years. It’s been that length of time since I posted anything to this blog; definitely not from a lack of effort… but, I think, a lack of understanding. I  know  dreams are important. And while I stuggled to put the justification for that “fact“ into words, I littered countless drafts with advice on how we should never stop dreaming, and why dreams are vital for our soul-. All...

When you died, what was your legacy?      I ask myself this question a lot. When I live on only in the memories of my friends and family,  what  exactly will those memories be? Was I love that nobody could surpass, or am I a perfect example of how not to treat others? When people look at me, do they see Jesus? Or will avoiding my remembrance avoid the judgment attached to it? Let me lay it out simply for all of you:      There are two types of love. The general love we as humans have for the rest of humanity, and the love that we intentionally push on others. The former requires minimal effort and yields very little consequence. But the latter-  that' s what we'll be remembered for. Each and every interaction you have with anyone is defined by one of these, or a lack thereof. Every time you come in contact with another person, you either drain life, stabilize it, or radiate it.      I can't help but marvel at the provocative na...

I grew up around the faith my entire life. I loved Jesus. I felt God during worship. Sure, I slipped up with sin, but in my heart, I wanted nothing more than to be a good Christian. Not because I feared rejection, but because I was grateful for what I believe God has done for me. Every week in my High school chapel, I'd sit in the front row, filling notebooks with tips and tricks on how to live better, how to love better, how to  be  better. I joined the worship team. I became the spiritual life editor for the school newspaper. Knowing all the time that I was far from a perfect Christian, yet striving to overcome my sin nonetheless. I graduated and went to bible college. Worship and victory by day, sin and defeat by night. This is the story of my Christian walk. If this doesn't sound familiar, let me not forget all the dry seasons dispersed in there. All the times I was the Judas in my own story; trading my so-called "savior" for things I pretend not to love. Lust, pr...