ANXIETY DREAM: BAPTISM
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I better write this while I’m still sober, so I’ll have a greater chance of being taken seriously…
But today I was thinking about poetry in my car. Not about written poems, necessarily, but about things that are poetic in their nature.
Many things are poetic.
But just because something is poetic, that doesn’t make it true. However, just because something is false, that doesn’t make it worthless. Indeed, I think poetic false things are made even more achingly poetic because they aren’t true.
And poetry, whether true or false, is usually beautiful.
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FIRST YEAR OF SEMINARY: ON PARTICULARLY BAD DAYS
WHEN A RELATIVE ASKS ME TO PRAY BECAUSE “I’M THE PASTOR IN THE FAMILY”
I want to say:
Instead I go:
Remember that time I was in my first year of seminary and forgot how to feild misguided compliments?
- Guy: Hey! You look nice. Have you lost weight?
- Me: Probably, but only because I'm sleep-deprived and malnurished due to finals.
- Guy: Oh, haha!...
- Me: .....yeah.......*leaves the room*
FIRST YEAR OF SEMINARY
Which is sort of like the first year of ministry, which is more:
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“It’s true that Christianity is holding a truth about God, but it’s also true that Christianity doesn’t have the only truth, or complete truth. And it’s possible to hold both of those ideas at once and still survive as a Christian.”
— My Theology professor
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