Author: Adventures

I had a friend in my small-group at North Park first semester who has been blogging for a couple of years. She has amassed well over 500 blog posts in that short time. We are friends on Facebook and it seems that every time I scroll down my newsfeed I am assaulted (okay, that may be a grievous misuse of the word) by her contemplative, imaginative, beautifully ordinary writing. To this end, I am a horrible blogger. I fail massively at keeping my readers (another possible grievous misuse of the word) updated on my comings-and-goings. I complained about this to my friend Ethan over the summer...

     As the sun rises over the earth, darkness fades.  Rays of light penetrate the shadows; they will not last. The blanket of black that had once covered the city now hides in the alleys, under bricks; it hides behind my small frame, clinging to my feet.       My sin is like this feeble shadow, struggling for a place to hide amongst the glory of my precious Savior. This can either lead me to crouch with my sin, frantically trying to cover it, or I can stand tall and let every trace of it be burned off by the light.      At night,...

"Let them praise his name with dancing and make music to him with tambourine and harp." Psalm 149:3 As we approached the gate I felt the heaviness, but we went onward. As we entered the smoke from the incense was nearly suffocating. I saw a man throwing water all over his body and then scrubbing it all with much force. The idols were exalted with flowers, fruit and people. But then I saw the dancers. People could bring an offering to their gods and the dancers would dance for their gods. I watched them do their routine with such sadness and emptiness in their eyes.   I...