God Is In The Radio

Fragments

  • Fragments, 8.26.25

    The more I try to control my life, the more difficult it becomes. I’ve noticed this especially at work since starting my new job. In my anxiety to succeed and my fear of making mistakes, I pushed myself too hard,… Continue reading

    Fragments, 8.26.25

  • Fragments, 8.1.25

    Don’t white-knuckle life like it’s the steering wheel on a runaway clown car. The tighter you squeeze, the more the clowns cry in the backseat. ** Everything’s on its way to becoming something else. Grip too hard, and it wriggles… Continue reading

    Fragments, 8.1.25

  • Fragments, 6.5.25

    If you’re alive, you have a purpose. What that purpose is, only God knows. But I’ve come to believe that each of us is here for a reason, one that may not yet be clear, but will reveal itself in… Continue reading

    Fragments, 6.5.25

  • Fragments, 5.21.25

    There’s always something strange on my commute, but this Mother’s Day stood out like the sorest of thumbs. On the ride home, I passed a man walking along the sidewalk, casually gripping a machete. He looked menacing enough that, for… Continue reading

    Fragments, 5.21.25

  • Fragments, 5.1.25

    When I think of all the horrors committed in the name of Jesus—wars waged, lives destroyed, cruelty cloaked in scripture—I can’t help but wonder: Did He come to die for our sins or to become the eternal excuse for them?… Continue reading

    Fragments, 5.1.25

  • Fragments, 4.17.25

    How can the same world birth both roses & screams?I wear a radiant crown & a crooked smileOne eye weeps, the other singsI cradle joy & agony alike ** When petals unfold, do they speak your name?I return with the… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.17.25

  • Fragments, 4.16.25

    There’s something quietly sacred about the writer who labors in obscurity. Much has been written about this strange devotion. We know the stories: Kafka dying with his manuscripts unread, Lovecraft’s mythos blooming only after his death. They are not anomalies, but… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.16.25

  • Fragments, 4.15.25

    Daily, I veer between moments of aching spiritual hunger and sudden, icy alienation from others, the world, and even myself.  It’s as if two entirely different beings take turns steering my soul.  Some would blame my bipolar diagnosis; others might… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.15.25

  • Fragments, 4.11.25

    What road lies beneath no footYet consumes every wanderer whole?It leads nowhereBut none return *** Who speaks with no voiceIs prayed to with no nameAnd sees with no eyesYet is carved in every mind? *** What mouth splits wide with… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.11.25

  • Fragments, 4.8.25

    While idling in traffic on my way to work, a young man in the car beside me motioned for me to roll down my window. His eyes were glassy—between high and haunted—and the muffled thump of rap music pulsed from… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.8.25