I realized I had long and drastically underestimated the depth and vitality of the Christian intellectual tradition.
While ambiguous “Christ-centeredness” by its very nature fragments Christianity by way of its subjectivism, Christological commitments beget unity or, at least, move strongly in that direction.
The Word seems like it is so little, like five barley loaves and two small fish, but it is all that God used to create the heavens and the earth.

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Here is the true story, the one worth remembering: You are a gift.
Children are not meant to carry crowns. They are not meant to rule. The burden crushes them in slow, invisible ways.
We don’t need another brand. We need a people who remember who they are. And that’s us, Gen-X.
The danger is not destruction. It is reduction.
We don’t flinch at sin. We speak Christ into it.
The Church speaks not with the cleverness of men, but with the breath of God.
You are a soul. Not an algorithm. Not a hashtag. A soul knit together by a God who does not mock, does not abandon, and does not lie.
The Church needs mystics again. Not fringe figures, but saints ablaze with love.
The Christ who rescues does not wait for you to be clean. He comes to clean you. He does not need your strength. He brings his own.
Christ does not hide his wounds. He offers them.
The great lie of addiction is that suffering must be fled, must be numbed, must be drowned out by any means necessary.
The addict’s condition speaks a hard truth: that we are all beggars before God, every one of us bent toward the grave.