On Wrestling with God

Genesis 32: 22-32 The same night he arose and took his two wives, his two female servants, and his eleven children, and crossed the ford of the Jabbok.  He took them and sent them across the stream, and everything else that he had.  And Jacob was left alone. And a man wrestled with him untilContinue reading “On Wrestling with God”

On Hope and the First Week of Advent

“Oh God no, I never hope. Hope is pouting in advance. Hope is faith’s richer, bitchier sister. Hope is the deformed addict bound incest monster of entitlement and fear.” – Frankie (Community [TV Show]) In case the above quote isn’t enough of a tell, I have a… strained relationship with the concept of Hope. It’sContinue reading “On Hope and the First Week of Advent”

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