“Oh no. Another one?” I found myself subconsciously saying every time I was expected to be at a group prayer meeting. So I started avoiding them. I couldn’t even put a finger on when it started – when I started hating prayer. I mean, how can someone who claims to love God and even works in ministry hate prayer?
It’s true. Ultimately, Jesus didn’t die for you. But walk into just about any church and before you even find the coffee, which is your only hope for not awkwardly standing out, you’ll hear someone say, “Jesus died for you!” Unsure of how to respond, you hesitantly, yet politely reply, “Thank you?” Wanting to convince them that this isn’t your first church service, with a confident head nod you inject a more ‘religious’ response. “And also for you!” Continue reading
As an unmarried man with a nonexistent sex life, obviously I feel qualified and seasoned enough to write about the intricacies and mysteries of sex and marriage. Even to the point of giving advice so that your sex life and marriage won’t disappoint you or not live up to your expectations. I mean, somebody has to talk about it right? Continue reading
I used to be of the mindset “give him a bible and let him preach!” I’d shake my head at anyone who mentioned any sort of qualifications needed for someone to do ministry, thinking those were just made up legalistic rules to create a sense of order. I’d argue how of all of the disciples were extremely uneducated and unqualified, yet preached the gospel and reached the masses. Continue reading
This week at the end of a church service, I watched as several men and women gave their testimonies and got baptized. It was unsettling how many of the women’s testimonies included some sort of wound stemming from a past boyfriend or a guy at some party. Many of them having been raped, manipulated or talked into doing something that they didn’t want to do. Continue reading
This week I spent a lot of time packing and moving. I was so busy that I kind of forgot to eat, I guess. Then I’d make a plan to cook an elaborate and healthy meal once I was finished packing. The packing took longer than I thought, and I was starting to grow hungry and impatient. I found a tupperware full of frozen Christmas treats from my mom. I ate a couple, then a couple more, and then a couple more again. I didn’t have the patience or time to wait and put together a healthy meal. Instead, I was left initially satisfied. But in the end I felt like crap. By the way, I think this might be Taco Bell’s business strategy. Continue reading
My neck started to ache as I was jogging backwards on one of the trails behind my high school in northern Minnesota. My gym teacher told me that if I could run the 1.5 miles backwards, then I didn’t have to go to class the next day.
Exhausted, I went up and down those hills, trying not to fall or run into anything. Being an athlete, I was probably a little overconfident in my fitness level. But I had started, so I couldn’t give up.
Eventually I made it back to the front doors and, disoriented, walked forward up the stairs and to his office. “I did it!” I said proudly. “I made it the whole way, without running forward once.” “Nice work, you don’t have to come to class tomorrow,” he replied, “but neither does anybody else.” Continue reading
A few years ago, my cousin and brother were in the middle of nowhere in eastern Montana. It was Thanksgiving weekend and they were invited on an annual family pheasant hunting trip for the first time. Not really knowing what they’re doing, my grandpa drops them off to walk up a slough and tells them he’ll meet them at the end.
After a while, it starts getting dark and they are wondering where exactly they were supposed to regroup with our grandpa. Soon it’s pitch black and the temperature is far below zero. Continue reading
All the time people see my photos and ask what kind of camera I have. They think if only they had the same camera then they could automatically be a great photographer (not that I consider myself a great photographer). Anyway, I can’t blame them because I used to do the same thing. I’ll tell them what I use but then go on and explain how it’s not worth the money unless you really plan to study photography and learn the camera inside and out. Continue reading