Journeys of a Wandering Wordsmith
Journey with me on my blog!
I (Still) Love You, Camp Ridgecrest
I'm only twenty miles away from Camp Ridgecrest, but it might as well be twenty dimensions. A bunch of foggy memories along with a million unformed, never-to-be ones. It's a fog I can't shake, follows my footsteps within and beyond the Blue Ridge. Am I crazy? Obsessed? Why does a camp have such a grip on me after all these years? It was one summer. One effing brutal beautiful summer. Why do I feel so much? Why do I hurt with a longing for what was and what wasn't? And why do a bunch of entitled white southern Gen X Christian moms rake me to the core?
I Am Not in Control
I have control issues. I have known this about myself for a little while now. Counseling has helped me see it more clearly, though I feel I've known this for many years prior. I don't like being at the mercy of my circumstances. Especially the mercy of another human.
Oops, My Readers Are My Friends Now
It's been a wonderful thing, and it's been a debilitating thing, all these Internet friends. On the one hand, the Internet has filtered out "real life," so to speak, connecting me with the people I deeply want to connect with. People with common interests, common sexualities, common faiths, common cross-sections of all these things. And on the other hand, the Internet has totally spoiled "real life." Real life relationships — or the hapless pursuit of them.
Jesus Loves Me. This I Know?
Yes, Jesus loves me. For the Bible tells me so. But does he like me? Does he find me enjoyable? Why? Does he only "have" to love and like me because he's Jesus? Furthermore, does his Church love me? Do they like me? Because so often I feel that they do not. That they just don't have time for me. For my struggles and emotions.
A Man of God I Am Not
Upstream, of course. I've always been swimming upstream. Against the current. The current of sexuality. The current of introversion. The current of inferiority. The current of separation. The current of brokenness and deficiency. The current of not being quite enough of a man, if even at all. Let alone a man of God.
Quarter-Life Confessions of a Gay Christian
I recently published a book. My first. You might have heard. It's all about struggle and redemption, and I titled it Struggle Central: Quarter-Life Confessions of a Messed Up Christian.But that's almost not what it was called.
