What Discipleship Is (and Isn’t)


Discipleship is not about:

  • Religious rituals
  • Biblical knowledge
  • Emotional experiences, or even
  • Spiritual disciplines

Though they all help!

It is about submitting every thought — and emotion! — to Christ, so we more consistently manifest the Fruit of the Spirit.

[By denying our Self so we can follow Jesus all the way to the Cross]

Which is how others learn to enjoy Him.

#AmygdalaGospel #TheTransition #FruitOfTheCross

Pride, A Part (Socratic Monologue)


‘Twas a dark and stormy night.

The elegantly dressed woman walks the empty streets, bundled up against the rain and using an umbrella. It is the 1950s. She looks like Peggy Carter from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

A man waits in an alley. He wears a hat and a suit, but no overcoat or umbrella. He looks like Marlo Brando in Guys & Dolls. As she approaches, he is lighting a cigarette with a match.

Woman: Thank you for coming.

Man: For you, baby? Always.

W. That… is what I wanted to talk to you about. I… I don’t think we should see each other anymore.

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Redeeming Animism, Part 2: Coyote Wiled


Continued from Part 1


When the bizarre becomes normal, the commonplace is mind-blowing.

It no longer fazes me to have the god of mice chattering away on my shoulder. Our quest to ask “Brother Coyote” how to defeat Satan seems perfectly reasonable (though I’m still unclear why we went South from Greece to find him, rather than West towards North America).

But I am taken completely off-guard when the infamous trickster turns out to be my English Cocker Spaniel…


Hello, ma nama Qhuinnie
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Redeeming Animism, Part 1: Animal Spirits


Book III of The Great Redemption (the sequel to Redeeming Aphrodite and Redeeming Ares)


Feeling more than a little ridiculous, I start walking South from the Temple of Apollo.

I still find it hard to believe that all I have to show from my epic journeys among the gods, from the heights of Olympus to the depths of Hades, is the small white mouse riding on my shoulder.

I must have accidentally spoken that thought aloud, though, as a soft voice replies.

“Imagine how it feels for the god of mice to end up being carried by a mere mortal, like some sort of pet!”


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