The God of Infinite Chances

The God of Infinite Chances

I. There he is again. The guilt settles on his shoulders like snakes with weights, coiling around him, pulling him down deeper. He sinks into the quicksand of his own self-abasement and abandons the thought of change. He did it again—looped another porn video; broke...
Why True Beauty Doesn’t Even Try

Why True Beauty Doesn’t Even Try

TWO DIFFERENT KINDS OF BEAUTY A music video splashes across the screen in psychedelic colors, throbbing with imposing basslines. The star dances like she’s the most attractive goddess on earth. I sit in the comfort of my bedroom, pondering how our culture finds this...
What Dog Collars Taught Me About God’s Love

What Dog Collars Taught Me About God’s Love

DOG LOVERS WILL UNDERSTAND THIS It’s hard not to love dogs. How can someone not love a bunch of warm, living stuffed “toys” you could hug all day?  What’s not to love about their goofy smiles, ecstatic tails, and unconditional love?   Their eyes focus on you and only...
Prodigal Son

Prodigal Son

The pigs aren’t his family. But he smells like a pig, is as filthy as a pig, and worse, eats like a pig. No, he doesn’t eat like some gluttonous swine, but he dines with them as if they share a table. Today’s menu is slightly out of routine:  moldy leftovers and this...