Tag Archives: Identity

The people asked for a king: Selling ourselves

Today’s king is celebrity culture. Many are voluntarily enslaved to it. The pervasive idea is: You’re no one unless a lot of people know you and want to be like you. People worship at the altar of images. {Follow the link to read the full article.}

A conversation and a song

We were still in the middle of a slow-moving line in a restaurant in Union Square. He began singing a beautiful song in his beautiful voice. Halfway through I began lip-syncing along with him. My heart was lifted and I believe he lifted the hearts of several people in the line also.

A Fucked-Up Life and God

Originally posted on Cyndy Lavoie:
(Warning: if you are not okay with profanity to relay intense emotion than I suggest you do not read this post.) I used to think the point of life was making it pretty, presentable, acceptable. And so I spent innumerable years and money and focus trying to make my life…

Know whose you are.

Part of checking myself consisted of asking myself two telling questions. (1) What am I really upset about? (2) What do I have to prove to the people I was engaging with? The answer to the first question had nothing to do with the petty issues pelting me. The answer to the second question was: absolutely nothing. The enemy was attacking me through very accommodating vessels, but it was up to me if and how I allowed the attacks to affect me. {Click the link to read the full post.}

FOR WHITES (LIKE ME): on white kids

Originally posted on formations. // living at the intersections of self, social, spirit.:
Dear parents of white children, I vote that we strike the following from our parental lexicon: “Everybody is equal.” “We’re all the same underneath our skin.” I realize this is counterintuitive. But I’m completely serious. These statements are so abstract they’re mostly meaningless…

Why so prejudiced against Christians?

I’m always shocked how quickly and completely people pre-judge me simply because I profess my belief and faith in God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. After they know that about me, it’s like they deem me unworthy of getting to know. Suddenly, I have no opinions other than what’s popularly known, assumed or guessimated about the Bible. I have no sense of humor. I’m self-righteous and overly ripe.