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I argued twice that I'm not built to preach. Then God said: shepherd.
No highlight reel. Just the full human, documented.
About — Est. 2026
Someone working the line between faith, art, and identity. Essays here are the long form — slow paragraphs, no hot takes, no calls to action. Subscribe if the pace fits; otherwise, the archive is always open.
I argued twice that I'm not built to preach. Then God said: shepherd.
I read Moses' prayer as poetry. It's a request to survive God.
I can quote the preacher. I'm less sure I could find the verse.
People hear 'Jakes household' and assume we grew up on nothing but gospel. We didn't.
The creative path not taken. What it cost. What it protected.
Paul wrote 'some' four times in one sentence. The church heard 'all.'
Every 'wives submit' passage has a second half. I spent most of my life ignoring it.
On suffering, presence, and what it means to sit with someone in the dark — even over FaceTime.
What happens when mercy reaches further than the record says it should.
On forgiveness, cancel culture, and the pride we mistake for righteousness.
The word says 'some' were called to pastor. I wasn't. But I was called.
On the Sunday school lie that split sacred from secular, the Psalms that broke it, and the song that met me when I couldn't pray.
What the Galilee shore teaches about the sequence most ministries get wrong.
On gumbo, dark rouxs, and the rituals you have to build from scratch.
A meditation on the day between death and life.
Some stories don't wait for a happy ending to be worth telling.
An essay, a resource, a research note — whatever earns its way in.