Faith is a journey. You might not always end up where you think. In fact, my journey is taking me to places far beyond the box of religion I grew up in. From believing theology I was taught in chur…
I read a post this morning (fantastic by the way) about how to garner more comments out here on WordPress, meet and greets and the like. It got me to wonder that age old question, why am I here?
What started out as a recovery breakthrough and call from God has taken on a life of its own that led me all the way to the Catholic church. I’ve met people out here in blog-land who’ve accepted me throughout the entirety of this journey, and some who have not. I read and re-read so many theology based posts I sometimes become nauseous with the verbose and stale translations that make Jesus dead. I’ve been asked to be myself but most times I’ve been asked not to be myself. At times I don’t even know what to call myself.
The mass, it is my saving grace. Receiving Jesus weekly in the…
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No, you’re it
Hey, you’re really it
No I mean it, you’re it
– Teenage Riot, Sonic Youth
I get my hair cut alot more often, now that I am older. There are three precise reasons for this new development.
1. Proximity. I live on a fairly busy street on the West end of downtown Toronto. There are at least six hair stylists in my neighborhood. The one I prefer is directly across the street. She is a lovely Vietnamese lady. What she lacks in English vocabulary, she more than makes up for with a delightful cackle and a declaration of what she doesn’t care about. Which is extensive, by the way.
2. Price. She is quite reasonable. A haircut for men is 12 bucks. I like her, so I usually tip her 3 bucks, so it comes to 15, all in. That’s pretty…
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