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?
“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
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
If you’ve graduated from uni, then you know how strange it feels to suddenly not be surrounded by all your friends. Maybe it’s different for you. For me, I made the choice to go to college in England. I don’t regret it at all. But that meant that graduating meant going home to America and separating from my friends – notably, my fellow co-blogger, Savvy. … Continue reading the Lonely People
“I don’t understand why we go to a church forty-five minutes away,” I say, gripping the steering wheel as I practice my driving. Dad leans back in his seat. “What’s the problem with that?” “It takes us out of the community.” “Fine, okay, I’ll tell you what,” he says. “You can pick a local church and I’ll take you there.” “No. Never mind.” “Why not?” … Continue reading Being the New Girl
“What are you doing, Rachel?” She’s caught me, again. Mom peers into my room and sees me Skyping my boyfriend for the second time that day. “You’re not getting anything done,” she says. She’s right. I wrap up the conversation, go on my brother’s laptop, and apply to three jobs. Then, for the hundredth time, I read the guidelines for applying to Iowa’s MFA creative … Continue reading the Graduate Life