Anger in the Ruins (Part I)

I'm Pissed Off and I'm Not Apologizing

In today’s piece, I’m sharing shades of the story Amber and I wrote out in The Deep Down Things: Practices for Growing Hope in Times of Despair. If you haven’t pre-ordered a copy, please do. Every pre-order helps boost the book’s discoverability in the Almighty Algorithm.

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I find it difficult to find a line these days. I’ve written more poems than usual, some pieces of fiction, but as for the longer-form non-fiction that many of you come here for? Blank. Uninspired. Maybe even a little lost.

When a writer wanders off the map, there’s typically a reason, and the reason is typically this: He cannot or will not write about the things that nag. And lately, I've been avoiding a nagging, pissed-off feeling.

Why pissed off? (Our Church Experience)

Over the last five years, I've had a front-row seat to spiritual abuse. And though I've shared some of the details in previous pieces, there are things I haven’t shared. There are also things I won’t share until the time is right, but for now, allow me to recap and expound.