South Dakota shepherd with a love for writing, theology, and photography
Recent Posts
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Learn by doing
I asked God to show me His love, Then you walked by on the 4th of July, And I learned how to love, –In coffee shops, your yellow apartment kitchen, the cracked sidewalks of our small town. I learned God’s love is less about being loved, But loving someone else so much, That you forget…
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“Be True Be True Be True!”
Have you ever read the Scarlet Letter voluntarily? If so, it’s possible that people hate you. Mainly because you might stumble through life with a sour expression on your face, looking for happiness in melancholy. For the healthy people that haven’t, here’s the low down: Hester Prynne (married) and Reverend Dimmesdale commit adultery in ultra-Puritan…
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Heaven
We can meet God now, feel His breath through our bones, Or barter with our made up god to take us to our made up heavens —at sometime convenient to us, of course. Heaven is a little scary, Terrifyingly beautiful, spontaneous. Heaven sets fire to our blood. Heaven burns off our facades, Heaven bids us…
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Love?
That word feels clumsy on my tongue, Awkward and rough, I say it and wince when it trips out of my mouth. To me, it’s a flimsy credit card with an expiration date –Plastic, breakable, replaceable It has a limit, dependent on product satisfaction. It’s blackmail. The ultimate tool of manipulation. They say “I love…
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Free
she threw his clothes out the window criss cross applesauce, I watched them fall on the lawn, my idea of love distorted, like the dust behind dad’s truck as he drove away. love had to be proved— and I always pled guilty. – play dates mocked me with love I didn’t understand, those husbands and…
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John 8
You without sin throw the first stoneGo on pick it up Feel its lethal weight on your tongue It’d be so easy to let it fly through the air Far away from you, Pile your death on another so you feel alive But you might find, That weightless feeling fleeting You might look closely at…
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with and without
I know who I am without You. Pseudo goddess, I curse my own altar As I sacrifice my years. My desperate eyes watch Hope burn to ash. —Worshipping myself never made me righteous. I know who I am without You. Squirming under the weight of my imagination, I must romanticize my existence to breathe. I…
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Gospel
“This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” 1 John 4:10 I’m still trying to figure out what happened when I died, That night I stopped trying to live. I knew I was dying for weeks, I couldn’t…
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Without the threat of boredom, I’m BORING
Hey there, college is making me dull Sometimes I just have to voice my crooked thoughts somewhere and I don’t want to harass my roommates more than necessary. I miss the good planet of sun too. I am so busy I don’t even have time to play tag by myself in the backyard anymore. I…
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Sometimes life is messy tangled interactions weave an intricate existence of who what wheres and often no whys simple situations yield significant change or not sometimes
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