Who Is the Hero of the Story?

Who is the hero of the story? For years I had defined my faith in a series of propositions and clever systematic conclusions. This was the meaning and answer behind everything I did. That was until I actually encountered the living Christ! Seriously, there were tears, laughter and an intense sense of wonder overflowing from…

Turn Up The Volume!

When I was fifteen years old, I spent most of my time doing one thing: playing guitar. Screaming into the microphone for a punk rock band, painting my fingernails black and wearing guy-liner. I now consider much of that a youthful indiscretion, and before you judge me, go ahead and write a list of your…

Why Obama Is Right About Religion

I was wearing my smile after narrowly finishing my espresso and my new friend was wearing a military hat and hoping to go into law school after he graduated. After a few minutes of conversing, his friends arrived, and he began to talk about a roommate problem. This led to his declarations of confusion and mystery…

Artificial Heart

I am only human. This is my problem. This is our problem. Or is it?   When I say the word “human,” what does this invoke in you? Does it make you excited and filled with wonder? Or does it make you contemplate on how fallen you are? Over the years the word “human” has…

Abraham & the death of the gods

This is a short dialectic on the sons laying on the table. I am deeply indebted to Kierkegaard’s book, Fear and Trembling, for this post. Philosophy is not particularly popular, especially amongst my tribe, christianity. Whenever I mention to someone that this is my major, they have one of two responses: 1.) laughter, because the only…