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Rico Suave

I was once quite romantic.

In 8th grade I even made a tape of Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do” for Sara Spittka using one of those old school push-play-and-record-at-the-same-time cassette decks and our VHS copy of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.

Little did I know our two-week affair was already over (the Bryan Adams tape was probably the final nail in that coffin), and despite my excellent hand-holding skills she now liked some other guy in our class who was better at basketball than me. So I hung my head in shame and shoveled the driveway so I could practice my three-pointers and pray that a new girl might attend our Christian school the next semester.

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Creative Block

Creative Block

Here on the northwest shores of Lake Michigan, we experience a natural phenomenon known as “lake effect.” We’re perfectly positioned in climate and landscape to enjoy hundreds of inches of snow every year. Most years the snow starts falling around Thanksgiving and continues each day until after Christmas. The newness of winter and the pure white blanket that covers everything is always an inspiring change. I don’t think I could ever live in a place that has no winter.

But as we turn the corner into February, each of the slowly falling flakes brings with it a tiny dose of depression.

When weeks and months pass without any sunshine, our bodies and minds enter a kind of hibernation that makes motivation hard to come by.

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How Does it Feel to be Moss Man

Illustration by Troy DeShano

If I were to list my top 5 rock songs of all time (which I could never do of course) “Like a Rolling Stone” would definitely be in the list.

I’ll never forget the last time I saw Bob Dylan perform that song. I was in the first few rows of a crowd of 80,000 and even though not a single one of us could understand the his geriatric smoker’s voice we all screamed along in unison.

How does it feel?

to be on your own

a complete unknown

with no direction home

like a rolling stone?

Even though the song is technically about privileged folks whose tables have all turned the idea of being a rolling stone has always resonated with me.

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Troublemaker

Over the past year that I’ve been learning to face my fears and discovering the lies that fuel them, I’ve also been making attempts to be more proactive in finding scary situations. So that this time around, I can run through them rather than from them.

One thing I’ve discovered through years of trials is that I am the most spiritually connected when I find myself in some sort of trouble.

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Crazy with the Cheez Whiz

This image means nothing at all.

Does that mean something?

Are the blue scribbles really random, or can the chaos be broken down into a mathematical formula?

Or as a squiggle of a mouse predestined and orchestrated by God.

Or has God created a supernatural math equation?

I love the idea of every molecule of existence perfectly chaotic and totally ordered all-at-once.

Many people of faith are scared of post-modernity.

I think it is a bright light for those of us who believe in something more.