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Welcome, y’all.
These posts represent unsolicited reviews of various faith-based, sports and secular content floating around the cyber ether. The theme of the reviews is simple: they’re a celebration of where content creators are hitting the bullseye, rather than microscopic analysis of where they’re missing it. These reviews are seen through and reflective of the fact that I’ve chosen to do life with God (no, I’m not a Nun). I deeply appreciate those who have made the same choice, and I appreciate their willingness to share the good, bad, challenging and cringe things that come with a full commitment to making that choice.
As well, this blog will include what I call Life Reviews: my first-hand, zoomed-out insights on lived experiences that are, at once, individual and universal. Life Reviews are purges intended to cleanse myself and constructively contribute to you. Let me know how I fare there.
I invite you to engage, disagree and debate. Or, to agree. In the words of one of my favorite teachers, “You have the right to be wrong, but I’m not gonna agree with you or we’d both be wrong.” I, of course, quote him in jest, but those closest to me know I’m #kiddingnotkidding.
My most fervent desire, however, is that you challenge yourselves to turn - and leave - critical thought switched to the 'On’ position while looking through a Biblical lens.
I challenge myself to the same thing.
Life Review: An apology to my aborted child… and her dad
This one isn’t easy. It’s also not an indictment on any woman who has had an abortion; it’s quite the opposite, actually.
This post is not something I particularly want to write, but when the blog’s title landed in my heart, I couldn’t let it sit until I talked myself out of it.
I had an abortion when I was 22 years old.
The truth is, at age 19, I was nursing some pretty devastating heartbreak after a split with the person I’d then believed I would marry the second I graduated from college. In the throes of that emotional shootout, I vowed that if I wasn’t having his children, I wasn’t having anyone’s children.
Life Review: Relief is not resolution
It’s in my nature to opt for the shortcut when possible. If I can communicate something in eight words, I won’t use nine. It’s a skill. One of my toughest writing coaches frequently covered everything I gave him to review with the acronym “O.U.W” (omit unnecessary words) in red. My work looked like a crime scene after he’d finished reviewing it. What I used to write wasn’t edited; it was massacred. Bloody.
I learned how to tighten my writing under his mentorship, and it spilled into the way I verbally communicate. Despite my being a bit of a wordsmith and turn-of-phrase tactician, the words “Yes” and “No” are complete sentences to me. Most people don’t like that level of brevity. They want final answers massaged in. They want the blow cushioned. I’m not great at it.
Like the art of constructing a crisp sentence, being able to flesh out a point to invite revelation or engage in meaningful debate is critical to nurturing the human condition. It’s vital to connection. We want to be heard, understood and acknowledged. There are times when the abbreviated sentence isn’t sufficient.
Such is the case with relief.
Forrest Laurent: Dating multiple people
There’s a sifting and shifting happening. It’s tangible, and taking place on a social app near you. The sifting and shifting is the separation between men of God who have put away childish things, and men-children who haven’t yet gotten the memo. An emergence of Millennial-aged men who are leveling up in the areas of their faith, emotional intelligence and entrepreneurship is upon us, and they’re spitting truth at scale.