My Family Looks Different

My Family Looks Different

“So what are you,” a new acquaintance asks. “If you don’t mind me asking…”

“Well, what do you think I am?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not sure… umm,” stares intently.

Silence.

“So… are you going to tell me?”

“Well, give me your most educated guess. And then I might tell you.”

In past conversations, the guesses that follow have encompassed a wide variety of races. Sometimes, people tend to think that my race is mixed with something identical to theirs. Others try to think as exotically as possible. Some do not think I am a mixture of multiple races.

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Why War Stories Inspire Womanhood

Why War Stories Inspire Womanhood

Growing up, I was intrigued by stories related to war, battles, and good versus evil. I was never allured to the blood, gore, and violence of such circumstances, but something about war stories in literature, films, and documentaries would stir me deeply. Being part of an important mission and helping a cause that was much larger than myself sounded like an incredible endeavor. It easily plucked my passion-strings and I knew life would tragically be missing something if I was not part of an “epic story.” As a young female, I remember the disappointment I felt when faced with the repeating correlation of war and for-men-only. I thought to myself, frankly, I want to be part of a great cause, too! I want to help!

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How Friends with “Disabilities” Have Saved My Life

How Friends with “Disabilities” Have Saved My Life

I work at a Day Program for adults with developmental disabilities, of whom we call members and friends.

I was texting my co-coach, Scotty, one evening about a music video we were trying to put together for our members. By this time, we had spent months going on adventures with them, learning, laughing, struggling, making mistakes, and just doing life together. He wrote to me something so simple, but it sums up my entire time at this job.

“Every person in this video saved my life.”

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Tolkein’s Splintered Hues

Tolkein’s Splintered Hues

Read slowly to enjoy.

“Although now long estranged
Man is not wholly lost, nor wholly changed.
Dis-graced he may be, yet not dethroned,
And keeps the rags of lordship once he owned:
Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Light
Through whom is splintered from a single White
To many hues, and endlessly combined
In living shapes that move from mind to mind.”
J.R.R. Tolkein

Man, the Sub-creator, in this case would be the author of an imaginary world in text form. This is Tolkein’s poetic response to a critic who had described writing a fantasy story (such as Lord of the Rings) like “breathing a lie through silver.” Similar to many who have yet to discover the treasures in fiction, this critic does not see that the very means used to write something into existence is a replication of God’s own processes.

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Fiction Helps You Build Dreams

Fiction Helps You Build Dreams

I’d like to think that reading fiction literature improves my faith in Christ.

There are several reasons for why I believe this to be true. And when I really get to thinking about it, the explanations turn into a seemingly unending list. But let me start with one of my favorite reasons.

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A Trinity of Sight

A Trinity of Sight

Referring to St. Augustine, Dorothy Sayers writes the following:

He proceeds in his great treatise, to expound the doctrine [of the trinity] analogically, using again and again the appeal to experience. He says in effect: “a Trinitarian structure of being is not a thing incomprehensible or unfamiliar to you; you know many such within the created universe. There is a trinity of sight, for example: the form seen, the act of vision, and the mental attention which correlates the two. These three, though separable in theory, are inseparably present whenever you use your sight.”

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Dawn

Dawn

Here’s to the morning that comes after night.

Most anyone could offer up a personal story of when life was like the night, a cloud of darkness. I have a pointed interest in what has kept people walking through that night. What was their bright beacon of hope? This is important because endurance is inspired by the hope that you have. The surest of hopes make for the surest endurance. Which makes me ask, how sure is one’s hope?

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