The colour of boys and girls.

There is a difference between being a man, and masculinity. There is also a difference between what a culture has concluded and the truth. I could have a son. Fully man. In all biological ways. And he could be almost completely feminine. He could wear pink, and be sexually attracted to men, and still be […]

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I like being son / brother.

I am a son. As so as I enter my parents house, I stop being a 29 year old, experienced musician, trainer, photographer, adventurer and become their third child. I get fussed over. I get shown the snack cupboard. I get to use their car. My mother makes sure I have a clean towel, and […]

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You are not the problem.

So we ventured around this giant kitchen, ‘learning’ how to do everything and the amazing dutch kitchen manager, in his blunt dutch way explained something huge. – When I see something wrong I will point it out very bluntly, I’m not making a personal attack, you are not the problem, the problem is the problem […]

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His Heart

My brother-in-law once told me, the day he kissed his son and felt Toms skin on his lips was one of the greatest moments of his life.            Intimate,                      special,                       […]

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The kingdom

The kingdom is built wherever you are, maximizing whatever you can do and building for the future. God made us all with value and purpose in mind, and we, have the kingdom inside us. Multiply. Each one of us has a large amount of skill and talent and personality traits that can do powerful things […]

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He kept putting himself in the shoes of the damned.

He kept putting himself in the shoes of the damned.

He kept feeling the pain of the restless, the oppressed, the hated, the dirty, the dead and the outcast.

He stood up for those even the holiest refused to look at.

He pointed out flaws in systems that accused the weak of being criminals, and the rich of being Satanists and his aim was to take them all down.

He kept putting himself in the shoes of damned and asking, how does that feel to be in those shoes.

He kept putting himself behind the eyes of the sad and the broken.

And he not only healed them, he not only raised their hands in victory. But he upheld the laws that were supposed to limit that kind of evil incursion.

He put on the robes that were heavy with sweat, and caked with dirt and ripped from their hands.

He walked the streets of the down trodden, he felt their fears, and laughed their joys.

He looked on his representatives with confusion and dismay. They were very passionately, fighting for the wrong team.

He kept putting himself in the shoes of the violent, the pants of the old-fashioned, the told that they were stupid, the raped, the tortured, the lost, the refugee, the impure, the uncomforted, the untrustworthy. The damned.

And he saved them. He championed them. He did good for them.

He didn’t yell and point fingers. He didn’t avoid them on the street. He loved.

And he knew what that meant.

A God we can control

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God is unboxable.

  Sometimes to make ourselves comfortable we put God in a box. We sculpt him into a wooden statue to bow to. We imagine him being a blonde and blue-eyed man that we can run away from. We make him silent, or uncaring, or angry, or weak and small. Then one day, we get revelation…. Maybe […]

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Hearts that are offended.

Theres a part of the Asterix comics where the town chief is bedridden in a large amount of pain when people poke him in the belly. A gag revolves around a myriad of the townsfolk coming to visit and poking him, on purpose or sometimes accidentally, including the tiny Dogmatix. Its kinda funny because of […]

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