Deep Fry

I’m just goin’ cut to the chase… I don’t give a flying fart 1 about “ Fifty Shades of Grey ”. There I said it. Hope I didn’t offend 2 … In all seriousness… there’s a lot of talk goin’ on about the erotic romance novel and drama porn film. But I suppose this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. After all, talking about purity and pornography should be encouraged in a time where sexual compromise is at an all-time high. Granted, it’s heartbreaking to come back to these issues only to find more people wearing blinders 3 covering their sensitivity to graphic eroticism and relational abuse. But I mean…think about it. Just because culture glorifies the fetish doesn’t mean my opinion belief in awe-fully 4 , amazing sex, as God intended, is invalid. Sure, I may be “old school” in the eyes of some, but at the end of the day, for something to be good, it also has to be right, just, pure, and honorable ( Philippians 4:8 ). And I’m sorry, but I’m not going to naiv...

There's something strangely romantic about the rain in Seattle. Something sweet and dear amidst the mist. I don't know if it's the emerald ambiance or the abundance of alpines. All I know is when I touchdown in Seattle, I'm usually  home. But after a four-year hiatus between my most recent visits, I've, no doubt had to revisit a chilling reality... ...one we all face at some point or another... ...and that is: times change. Relationships grow. While some estrange, others slow. 'Cause as the charm of childhood fades, as the innocence of youth dims, you begin to realize: you can't always pick up where you left off. And sometimes, the life you used to know isn't meant to be known anymore. So you press on… high on hope, yet down on the fact it still hurts… …lost somewhere between what was and what is, wondering why a hard reboot can’t reset life to the good ole’ days…and why a clean slate can’t woo a splintered ...