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January 9, 2017

At 8-years-old, I sat on the edge of my father’s hospital bed, doing my best to wrap my mind around the finality of death, as it brutally introduced itself to me.  My dad was dying, after spending the past 5 years of his life struggling against the dark specter many of...

October 1, 2016

I think God loves the broken ones. Maybe that’s my youthful zeal or relentless naïveté speaking, but I actually believe that there is a special place in God’s heart for those who are forgotten or feared by most of our post-modern church.


Over the last decade, I have sp...

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