Religion
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So—the pope died today. And whether you’re Catholic or not, that hits. The death of a pope is more than just a news item—it’s the symbolic end of an era in one of the oldest, most powerful institutions on Earth. And now, all eyes turn to what comes next. There’s already talk: What if the…
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Each year, Easter meets me in a different place. This year, I needed to write through the noise—to return to what’s real, to what still rises. This is that reflection.
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As Good Friday arrives, I find myself grieving not just the crucifixion of Jesus, but the crucifixion of everything He stood for. In a world where religion is being twisted into a weapon, and hate is preached in the name of love, I wrote this letter to God. It is a cry for truth, for…
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Rise against hate and never edit of back away from it, fight. Yesterday, I was called a devil worshipper because I posted that I have no tolerance for hate, fascism, racism, sexism, or homophobia. I was accused of blasphemy for saying that my church is internal and that I maintain an ongoing personal conversation with…
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Let’s have an honest, heart-to-heart conversation about a man who, for many, represents everything that is concerning about leadership today. I’ve always believed in respecting the office and the voice of the people—that is why it pains me deeply when a president, entrusted with the hopes and dreams of a nation, appears to embody the…
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I believe there is a sacred rhythm in every heartbeat—a divine presence woven into the fabric of our daily lives that calls us to look deeper, to feel more fully, and to love without reservation. I believe that this higher power is not confined to dogmatic creeds or the structure of organized religion, but lives…
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“So this is hell. I’d never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture chambers, the fire and brimstone, the ‘burning marl.’ Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!” No Exit, Jean-Paul Sartre Sartre’s famous line really makes you think. It challenges the old-school images of…
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My father was a loving and accepting man. I watched him grow and evolve over the years—his beliefs shifting as he learned, as he listened, as life opened his eyes in new ways. He never clung to an idea simply because it was familiar. Instead, he allowed himself to question, to reconsider, to change. When…
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