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When grace hits . . .

Grace.

Most often for me, it hits me when I don’t realize how much I need it.

When I’ve forgotten how badly I need it.

And how much I’ve missed it. Read the rest of this entry »

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Found, lost, rediscovered: A tale of four memoirs

“Memoir” (n): A collection of memories that an individual writes about moments or events, both public or private that took place in the author’s life.

I am discussing three books here. I’ll explain the title later.

Also, this is not a review, as I don’t feel that it’s possible (or fair) to review someone’s experience. It’s their truth, whether or not it’s agreeable, and it’s a sacred privilege to hear another person’s truth. Read the rest of this entry »

On dreams, healing and anticipation of a perfectly ordinary 2015

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I started this blog with big dreams and high hopes. My words would garner followers who would grow interested in what I had to say. My novel would then be received with eager anticipation. My dreams of entering the publishing world would be realized.

Want to know the crazy thing? It actually happened. Kind of. Read the rest of this entry »

Book review: When We Were On Fire

When We Were on Fire: A Memoir of Consuming Faith, Tangled Love, and Starting Over

When We Were on Fire: A Memoir of Consuming Faith, Tangled Love, and Starting Over

Having grown up in the evangelical world, gone through youth groups, rallies and missions trips – and with my personal faith journey changing and evolving still to this day – I was eager to dive into When We Were On Fire, a memoir of an “evangelical survivor.”

After the first couple chapters, I was worried this would just be overtly critical and cynical without offering any real critique. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to find it much more on the “show” side than “tell,” taking the reader through the author’s journey through evangelical obsession, gradual disillusion, spiritual exhaustion and eventual depression, and then slowly reconstructing her faith and her relationship with the faith community. Read the rest of this entry »

The American has landed (and he learned a tough lesson in the waiting process).

Yesterday was a big day: I finally landed in Canada as a permanent resident.

After filling out countless forms, conducting in-depth research and gathering a big stack of documents (dropping a significant amount of cash on these documents), I sealed the deal yesterday – even though I’ve been living in Canada for nearly seven years.

These past few months, though, have been some of the most trying moments in my life and the biggest tests of my faith. Now I can finally be vulnerable about just how difficult this time as been (which will also explain why I haven’t been posting content as regularly as I would have liked).  Read the rest of this entry »