I Don’t Want To Be A Christian Writer

Not that I necessarily want to start on a negative note, but I don’t want to be a ‘Christian’ writer. And yes, I am aware that I’m currently co-writing on a blog where both Rachel and I write (a lot) about Christianity, whining that gosh-darn-it I don’t want to be a Christian writer. Irony is my best friend at the moment. However, that doesn’t change … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Be A Christian Writer

Rachel Gets Road Rage

Okay. I don’t think this actually constitutes as road rage. But all I can say is: one minute I’m driving down a one-way road—there’s no sign but it’s definitely one-way, I know—and the next minute this lady in a van—blonde hair, like all the mean girls you see in teen dramas—comes head-to-head with me and suddenly, I have entered a game of chicken. You know, … Continue reading Rachel Gets Road Rage

What Happens When You Judge Me

I’ve encountered the holier-than-thou attitude in Christian circles more than once. My friend recalls a man in church who once told him: “There are first-class Christians and second-class Christians. First-class Christians are on fire for the Lord. They love Jesus, they come to church every Sunday eager to worship, and they read their Bible a lot. Second-class Christians, well, they just don’t get it. They … Continue reading What Happens When You Judge Me

How To Know If Your Faith is Real

Better hang on to that salvation pretty tightly.* If you’re a Christian who makes it a daily habit to second-guess yourself (guilty wave), you might relate to that panicked feeling of wondering if perhaps, maybe, just maybe, your faith in God is not authentic. Maybe it is, in fact, wobbly. Surface-level. But you don’t realize it. After all, surfacey people don’t know they’re surfacey. Are … Continue reading How To Know If Your Faith is Real

Why I Don’t Care About Self-Care

Come on, guys. We are Generation Treat Yo-Self. This I know, for Parks and Recreation—and an article in The Guardian—told me so. Dear my fellow co-blogger, Savvy: I realize this blog post is a bit of an objection to your post “Take Care of Yourself.” You wrote about the importance of self-care and I don’t mean to argue against you. Actually, if I may spoil … Continue reading Why I Don’t Care About Self-Care

When You Show Me Who You Really Are

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.* I hate this feeling. A car has blindsided me. Sidled up and crashed into me, shaking me awake. Okay, in reality, I’m steering safely through an intersection, blinkers blinking, windshield wipers wiping. But it feels like I’ve been blindsided. Not bumped by a tailgater. Not rammed into the car in front of me. … Continue reading When You Show Me Who You Really Are