Category Archives: Being Moved

How to Change a Life With Two Shoes, a Good Story, and Some Gravity

friendship-in-christSome time in the late nineties I was going through one of the worse depressions of my life. It wasn’t one of those depressive episodes where you try to hide what is going on. I had a resigned sort of exhibitionism. Why not spill all my beans? Beans just end up getting spilt eventually anyway… It was dark. People would walk by and ask, “How are you today Doug?” and immediately regret it as I answered them honestly and talked them through the vast landscape of my existential angst. It was usually met with one of four responses, that were for me both a source of dark entertainment, my own gothic improv stage. Here are the four things people would most often do: Continue reading

Being Moved: Why am I a Christian? The Gospel according to Doug.

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I suppose that it behooves a Christian man, from time to time, to give a plain and simple account of his faith.   I can’t tell you that I am feeling particularly inspired to do so in this moment. Frankly, I find myself a little short on inspiration in general tis evening and feel there are, what do we call them, “pressing matters,” to take care of but it seems as good a time as any to say a thing or two about why this Good Friday is such a big deal and why I choose to build my life around the drama we see unfolding this Easter weekend from today and through the next fifty days of Easter.  Tonight stands before me a simple and fair question to which I intend to give at least one good answer,  “Why, Doug, given all that Christianity seems to have evolved in to, do you bother calling yourself a Christian and carrying on like ya do?”

I plan to start with a short answer and then keep writing till I get something right.  I am not promising exhaustive answers to this question or even several.  I suppose that is why I keep a blog, There is a lot to be said about the life of faith that just takes time and stories.  But, I will start by simply trying to provide an answer that is as short and honest of an answer that I can provide: .

I am a Christian because this is simply the most beautiful story I have ever known, and I want more than anything to be a part of it.  

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Being Moved: praying our resentment instead of harboring it

There are very few vices I have encountered as much in my own life – and in the lives of the people I have listened to and prayed with – as much as I have encountered resentment. What other of my own shortcomings have I nurtured and even protected like I do my grudges? Ever hear of anyone harboring gluttony or greed? Resentment seems to hold a very precious place in a lot of our lives and after a few years of trying to deal with it personally I think I have finally begun to understand why: It is delicious. Continue reading