Let's talk about the Bible, you & me. We don't have to soften our words. We can be simple about our doubts. We can feel tangled up about what it says. After reading the Bible straight through in the last five months, I've learned, if nothing else, that it's a strange collection of books. I mean, whooooaaa, is it a strange collection or what? When you stray from its Interstate highways-- the first couple chapters, the last couple chapters, some of the Psalms, the second half o
The difference between knowing something and just knowing about it still stands as the most meaningful thing evangelicalism has taught me. My 16-year old mind was blown the first time somebody told me I could know everything about my future spouse and still not actually know them. As a Christian, how I grow my relationship with the Bible is important. We can talk about how difficult it is to hold the Bible responsibly later. But it's a relationship I'm compelled to tend. I'v
Trying to begin this post is like turning the keys over on an old Buick on a bone-chilling winter morning. It’s sputtery. It’s plodding. Every attempt feels like prayer, too. My breaths fume with desperate hope. This is odd, because my life is actually going well right now. Have you ever experienced a season where life hums and you don’t? When things feel clear, I suspect the whole world is a grand musical and I’m outside trying to figure out which flavor of Icee. Here’s what
My life feels fraught with tension these days. If I was a city, what isn’t but ought would be staging non-stop riots against what actually is but shouldn’t. And in that city, the government big-wigs spend their hours forcing the What-Oughts to seize property from the What-Shouldn’ts. But I’m not a city. Just a writer for the first time in a month. A runner with a dusty treadmill stuck in our bathroom corner. An ankle deep member of a dozen worlds and owner of none. Maybe to b
I’m that guy that looks at celebrities’ Wikipedia pages, goes straight down to their personal life, and looks for the nitty-gritty spiritual beliefs. I don’t know when or why the whole fascination with who’s in and who’s out happened. Growing up, my aunt cut the world in two. You got your believers on one side and your unbelievers on the other. At first, I didn’t care because I was seven, and when you’re seven you don’t give a rip about Jesus unless he happens to be a billion
I noticed over the honeymoon that I was bored of the Bible. We giggled in small-town, sun-splashed Idaho with an Anne Lamott book while lopping peanut butter oreo shakes in our mouths. We sat in silence on the porch, watching uniformity-- white car, kayak on top, dog in tow, Idaho license in back-- pass by, feeling a deep blue quiet we hadn't felt since getting engaged. We talked about how we were going to be an "us" that brought all kinds of good in the world. We sipped ice-
I'm just trev.
I'm a 23-year old trying to make beauty out of life's raw stuff. I post stuff every Tuesday.