A year from this past Tuesday, I graduated from uni. It was a hot, steamy day and my friend and I teetered on the edge of her bed to snap a photo of our grad dresses in the mirror. In less than a week’s time, I would say a final goodbye to my friends, my church family, Savvy (!!!), my boyfriend, and fly back to … Continue reading How To Survive Life After Uni
Who is this Pentecostal God, sneaking around, putting words into people’s mouths, into their ears, wooing them to places they may or may not want to go?* Okay, so! I work at a charismatic-Christian publishing house which means that at work, I’m immersed in literature about getting closer to God, speaking in tongues, and, above all, hearing God’s voice. I always assumed the latter was a … Continue reading Can God Speak to You?
Legit, it was because of popcorn. I’m watching a movie—Confessions of a Shopaholic, I am not ashamed—in bed with a bowl of popcorn at my side when I realize something. The popcorn does not have enough seasoning. You know that powdered white cheddar stuff? Oh yes. I bring the cinema experience home. I dart out into the kitchen, sprinkle some more on, and then head … Continue reading Getting Locked Out of My Room
Strobe lights sweep across the auditorium. Music pounds against my eye sockets. Hands are in the air. They praise God with a passion that used to humble me to tears. I’m in my seat, arms crossed, eyes half open. Literally, I’m in a church. I’M IN A CHURCH AND THERE’S STROBE LIGHTS. I have been in the dregs of America’s Bible Belt for barely two … Continue reading When Christians Go Batshit Crazy
“May God bless you,’ the old lady told me. As she walked away, I exchanged a look with my dad, a look that read: That was weird. I’ve said this before in my blog. For most of my life, I grew up in a Christian Reformed Church—think hymns, creeds, pastors in long robes, Dutch Calvinists—and until going to college and transitioning to an expressive evangelical … Continue reading You Sound Like An Atheist
Whatever you imagine your life is going to be like, know your life is not going to be anything like it.* My plan was New York. That’s the place of my origins. My parents met and married there. Now, my brother’s there and I wanted to join him too. I was restless for New York. I blogged about it (read here). I watched movies like … Continue reading Where I’m Supposed to Be
I’m not paranoid. I know it. There are people with actual paranoia as a legitimate psychological disorder. And that’s not me. If anything, I have the creeping edges of it, the watered-down taste of it, the heat of it from a near distance. Let me explain. As you may know from a post on my travel blog, ‘Goodbye, Massachusetts! Hello, Florida,’ I have said goodbye, … Continue reading Feeling Paranoid