Pain is both the bastion and the centerpiece of the human soul. We live and die by questioning God, or the universe, or the God that we believe does not exist, and continually ask ourselves the question, “Why must pain exist?” It is the existential question that permeates the hearts of atheists and believers alike.… Continue reading The Sound of Silence is Loud
Driving in my car in a never-ending sea of comings and goings, I turned on the radio for the five-or-so short minutes to pick up the kids from summer camp. On Thursdays I often times miss the wonderful and lovely musings of Hallie Lord, a wonderful mix of parenting, Catholic discussions and anything in between.… Continue reading Can we pray backwards?
I wasn’t planning on it. But after a surge of stories on several news outlets and a letter that came home from the Superintendent it was time. I dreaded it. I was angry. The world is spinning out of control. I was sick to watch them. But I had to know why before my kids… Continue reading 13 Reasons Why I watched it
To whom it may concern, My name is Melissa Presser. I have been an attorney for fifteen years, have three children and am married. I’ve mostly worked in the criminal realm, but have done short stints in the world of family law that made me run back to the crazy and deranged world that is… Continue reading Who I really am
I have lived my life in a great struggle against something I cannot see. It has been a burden to me since I was a little girl, a dark monster, an unforeseen force that haunted my days. I could never readily identify it, associated it mostly with some tragic experiences I had in my life.… Continue reading Psalm 139, What do I have to offer God?
I have been wrestling and writing and wanting and panting and yearning to follow God since the first day I can ever remember. Following a call inside my heart I could not see, a God I could not touch, but imagined what He looked like in the clouds. I would write to Him, and I knew… Continue reading God has an address
I am learning to accept the journey, slowly. So slowly. When I look around at the land that surrounds me, I realize where I am. Whether it be battle or peace, preaching or on my knees, I have to stop to remember where I am, and know that wherever that is, is exactly where God wants… Continue reading “It is through many persecutions that we must enter the kingdom of God”
We all have a message. God has made us each unique and accounted for. We have our own victories and struggles, and we need to be able to own all of it. I have tried to write for twenty-four hours and just couldn’t. Sometimes I am just stifled by the world. Many times I just… Continue reading What is your message?
It took two dead women to lead me back to God one a saint, the other a sinner. God loves them both. I didn’t think I needed them, but I did, I’m just being honest. Strangely enough, one met her fate in the gas chambers at Auschwitz, the other by self-inflicted carbon monoxide poisoning. Is either… Continue reading The Confessional Poet
Soon the music will fade away, and I will fade into His arms. Through the one thing that I grasp onto, He will take away, to create a deeper, more penetrable relationship with Him. Without even a whisper or a prayer, it was there in my heart. There was no screaming, or crying. I am… Continue reading The Devil is a liar