I love to win.
It doesn’t matter what it is, I want to win at it.
From silly things to serious, from things that have no consequence to things that can change a life, I want to win. And not only do I love to win, I want others to know that I won, I want people to see me as a winner. Continue reading “Asterisks”
I think I’ve said it before, but it’s worth saying again, I’m afraid of the dark. I think it’s a wonderful thing that all phones now have a flashlight built in to them. This way no matter where I go I know I’ll at least have a little light to give me a false sense of security when I go into dark places. Continue reading “Darkness”
Last week I went to yoga for the first time. And I really, really enjoyed it. I went with a buddy who I’ve talked about going to yoga with for years when we finally had the free time and energy to go. We found this little studio downtown, and jumped right in.
I honestly didn’t know what to expect. There’s a lot of hublub about yoga in the evangelical circles I run in. Some condemn in out of hand saying it’s demonic, other’s participate in what is called “Holy Yoga” as a means of worship, and still other’s look at it as just another workout regiment. I found myself most often on with that last mindset, that yoga is essentially another workout, focused on stretching and the awareness of the connection between body and mind. Continue reading “Stretching”
My whole life I’ve been plagued by shame. Shamed summed up simply is this, I feel as though there is something wrong inside of me, that if anyone knew they would immediately and eternally reject me.
And what I am ashamed of is my soft heart. Continue reading “The Source of My Shame”
For the first weekend in November my church does a special service to honor and remember the people who have passed away in the last year, and to create space in order to grieve as a people together. I think that this is one of the most special services we do in the year, not for theological depth, or great teaching, but to have a forming experience as a people, for us to go through something together. Continue reading “The Grave”
I think that of everything original that J.K. Rowling brought into the world of fantasy, it’s the Dementors that are the most compelling for me. The physical manifestation of depression is quite fascinating, because for the most part people that suffer from depression have trouble describing it because of how difficult it is to explain something that has no form. Continue reading “Dementors”
Dobby the house elf is actually one of my favorite characters in the Harry Potter story. Dobby’s life is quite tragic, he’s enslaved to a cruel family, and has no hope to ever be free. On top of that any attempts that he makes to do good, which violate his evil’s masters’ wishes, he must punish himself. But Dobby has such inner goodness that even the threat of pain and punshiment doesn’t impede him from doing what is right, or at least what he conceives to be right.
Throughout The Chamber of Secrets Dobby’s appearance marks tragedy for Harry, because even while Dobby is trying to be helpful and protect Harry, because all he’s known is pain and suffering, of course his means of helping end up hurting Harry. Dobby’s enslavement prevents him from being able to help as much as he would like to. Dobby is under magical compulsion to serve his owners every wish, and must find loopholes and suffer consequences to help even in the limited manner he did in the book. Continue reading “Dobby is a free elf!”