Lilly nursing her second litter

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Lasting change works the way yeast leavens dough — slowly, invisibly, from the inside out. It’s shaped the way a baker kneads dough, with small, repeated motions that look like nothing until suddenly they’re everything.Continue Reading

Mourning Period Be Happy

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You cannot be happy. Joyism causes evil that fosters oppression. Learn to be melancholy or choleric because that’s revolutionary and joyism isn’t.Continue Reading

Quoheleth All is Vanity

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Greatness, love of self—these are vanities? The WTF Puritan Scolds think so. To them, everything is vanity, everything is stupid, everything is a striving after wind.Continue Reading

Rafe WTF-AF

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The promise is seductive. A classless paradise where everything was fair. No one had too much or too little. It didn’t work out that wayContinue Reading

Encountering Jesus Talk Walking

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James 1:1, ESV “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”Continue Reading

Sloan Hartly Periodt

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Lights! Camera! Headlines! Parties! Woo!
Cut to dawn: the cats have unionized because the litter box is a felony, the fountain is empty, and the food bowl holds a dollar‑store insult.Continue Reading

The Way, the Truth, and the Life Everlasting Words from the Word

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Y’all are wrong about Revelation — not the words themselves, but the rigid literalism that flattens its apocalyptic poetry into a black-and-white checklist. The world God made is technicolor. It boogles us. In the end, the boxes we build don’t survive the final crossing. What remains is whatever truly abides in the Vine. Die to live. Grace first.Continue Reading

Ribeye Dinner Damian is Dead

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Damian wakes starving and barefoot, convinced Menu 7 is waiting for him — beef strips, sweet potato mash, the works. Instead, his entire pallet is gone. Shoes gone. Shelter sliced apart. In its place: a single ancient Vomelet and a bottle of water, like a joke the Badlands have told a thousand times.Continue Reading