Mixed Moss

Why is this simple thing so hard? I don’t think of myself as a coward; I don’t think of myself as weak. So why do I have so much trouble finding the strength to face the truth; the courage to wear my heart on my sleeve? I’m not talking about just romantic love, here. Even […]

Today I answered the door at work, and there was a cop with a baton, a tazer, and a gun in his belt, waiting to serve an in-hand subpoena to one of the guys who lives in the half-way house. Naturally, he wasn’t around at the time; thankfully, my boss was. So I let him […]

Why is it that the one day my mother, who has never seen the sketchy neighborhood I work in, announces she is going to come down and take me out to lunch is the day that a) the street is littered with garbage and b) the neighbors have unaccountably decided to empty the entire contents […]

For years now I’ve said that I don’t want a traditional career. I feel called to something else, something different. I want to help. To do development work. To do missions work. To get out of this city! But do I really? Or am I just running away from real life?
Maybe I’m just tired and travel-mad. […]

I miss Chicago. No, really I do.
Chicago thought for the day: “I think that’s how Chicago got started. Bunch of people in New York said, ‘Gee, I’m enjoying the crime and the poverty, but it just isn’t cold enough. Let’s go west.’” –Richard Jeni

Today I was talking to somebody about what a bad Christian I am, when I realized something: I’m not a bad Christian. I’m a bad Church-goer. As a Christian, I’m great; as a Church-goer, I’m just…subversive.
I still would have made a terrible bible college student, though.

So as some of you know, I cut most of my hair off about a week ago. This is fan-tas-tico. However, When I got it cut, most of the highlights were cut out of it. Now, quite unintentionally, I have had highlights of some sort or other in my hair for the past three years. […]

“What are men to rocks and mountains?”
-Jane Austen

I went home this week-end. It was good. I had really been missing my family. I helped my Dad (a very little bit) build a post for their new mailbox, made cream of asparagus soup that actually got thick-ish, and watched the olympics. My sister and I slept on my parents’ new sofa (it’s the […]

Do you ever have the experience, when looking at your past, that it is distanced from you? As though you were looking at it through a telescope turned the wrong way round? Only that’s not a good example because you can’t look at yourself through a telescope. It’s like when I look at myself in […]