The email around here since Project Conversion began in January of 2011 is an interesting place. A veritable Cracker-Jack box of emotionally laced messages, I never know what surprise will emerge each day.
Sometimes people inform me that I’m heading toward hell and so take it upon themselves to save me. Others simply insist that I go to hell. According to these various messages, Project Conversion has done everything from leading folks down the path of destruction, to reawakening the dormant faith of an entire family, to ushering an actual conversion.
Project Conversion then is like a piece of abstract art: Interpretation may vary.
That said, it’s emails like Bethany’s of western North Carolina that stop me in my tracks. Continue Reading This Post »
Moms are kind of a big deal, so it’s no surprise that cultures around the world celebrate the blessing of motherhood in various ways. Continue Reading This Post »
There are folks close to me with substance abuse problems. Painkillers, alcohol, you name it, and their addiction is a cage they both cling to and abhor. I see their lives collapsing around them as the addiction burns relationships, jobs, and any semblance of humanity left inside them to the ground. They seem helpless as they thrash about in pain and ecstasy within the tendrils of substance abuse. Perhaps you or someone you know suffers like this. Don’t worry, you’re in good company because everyone is recovering from one addiction or another.
Mine happens to be hatred. Bitter, fiery, venomous hatred. Whom or what did I hate? Religion and the faithful. Continue Reading This Post »
Is there a place you go where it feels like the entire cosmos channels through your body? Where the hair on the back of your neck stands just as your feet touch down on its surface? I had not one, but two such places during my journey last year.
And now they’re gone. Continue Reading This Post »
