Not all Christians: the Danger of Pushing People to Extremes
Not every Christian is a Christian nationalist—and pretending otherwise only fuels the very extremism we fear. In this piece, I share why nuance matters, how mislabeling drives radicalization, and why making space for transformation is more powerful than shame. If we want something better than a culture war, we need to stop flattening people into enemies and start seeing who’s actually trying to walk away from toxic systems.
I Saw the End. It Was the Beginning.
I Saw the End. It Was the Beginning.
What if the afterlife isn’t somewhere we go, but something we live—again and again?
During a moment of deep silence in Quaker worship, I received something that felt more like a “wisdom upload” than a vision—a startling, shimmering insight into the nature of time, death, and the soul. It wasn’t about heaven or hell, reward or punishment. It was about cycles. About grace. About doing this whole life thing more than once, not as punishment, but as possibility.
I know how this sounds. And believe me, I didn’t want to write it. But it’s clung to me like truth, and I’m sharing it in case you’ve felt something similar—some glimmer of time folding in on itself, some whisper that love outlasts endings.
This essay is raw, a little metaphysical, and probably too weird for most theology books. But if you’re even a little curious, I hope you’ll read it.
Because maybe, just maybe, we’re all on the same eternal school bus, learning how to get it right—together.