I've always loved other people's stories but over the last year or so, my curiosity has shifted. While still keenly interested in their stories, I find myself wondering more and more about the stories we don't tell.
I don't want to play the victim nor the pity card and I don't care to draw moralistic lessons about forgiveness, suffering, or justice. I write this only because I cannot keep ignoring it. Quite simply, it is time to acknowledge out loud that it happened and it hurt. Because it did.
Just for fun, I recently wrote this short sort-of-story. I'm not usually into crime and detective writing but who knows, it was enjoyable enough that something might come of it one day. Enjoy. x x x For generations, no one knows how many, they have been in the habit of walking the city each day … Continue reading The Cult of Light
Sometimes you just want to get on with your work. But the nurse on duty was being polite and asking what I studied. Then his moustache twitched excitedly and his eyes lit up and out poured a tale of world travel and priest training and the joy of hermeneutics. A discussion of Mary as co-redemptrix … Continue reading On Being Heard
Old women slammed doors on eternity. We paced the streets, handing out gems to the blind and deaf. The preacher raised his hands and called us to Christ.
Once upon a time there were three bears. They lived in a house in the woods. One day they went for a walk and Goldilocks found their house. She ate their porridge and went to sleep in their bed. When they came back they were so angry they gobbled her up. So reads the earliest … Continue reading Why I Write
The Rebelution is no longer just a teenage rebellion against low expectations. Because we are rebelutionaries, we rejected the Neverland nature of our generation. The inevitable yet desirable has happened: we have grown up. And everything has changed and nothing has changed since we first began to walk the Rebelutionary Road
It's a couple of years since I wrote this but I found it in my notebook while clearing out the other day. It's an adventure I think of often and with mixed feelings. * * * Breaking the rules always causes pain or discomfort further down the line. The rule was this: Don't get … Continue reading Meeting Hizkia
Dear Grandad, I'll be honest, I don't know how to start this. We've never had a heart-to-heart. So I'll just write, honest and true and see what happens. Don't worry, it's awkward for me too. I guess I just want to write to you just to speak to you since you're so far away. Look at … Continue reading The Storyteller
This is the testimony of a dear friend of mine, a young Mualang lad who is one of the most godly people I know. Some of the translation is a little clumsy but I hope it blesses you to read how God has changed and worked in him. I am Yefta. I live in a family which already knows God, … Continue reading I Am Yefta