Listen to the stunning narrative of Whitney Jones, a man who struggled with losing his faith and had the courage to tell his story.
I love Austin, and when I first moved here, the city had a reputation for being filled with tree-hugging hippies. I have yet to meet any tree huggers, but I have met some amazing trees. They’ve got as much character as the residents!
The more tongue-tied Mrs Palin seemed, the more intently her supporters backed her. The more the media mocked her, the more her fan base exulted. Mr Trump has elevated that approach into an art form. In an age when knowledge is a mark of elitism, ignorance is power. It is also great marketing.
I just don’t think it’s too much to ask.
I can’t explain it
But it’s time for some figurative language.
So, after last week’s post, I thought it might be good to give an update on the progress I’ve made on uncovering the root of my constant stress.
Is there no divinity left within me?
Is there still light to run toward?
A small spark may yet live
Underneath all these ashes
Welcome to the second installment of Do This Then That! This is a series geared towards those who have little time or enthusiasm to plan, but still want to experience the beauty of the city.
If you’re new, check out my first post: Recharge Your Soul. The gist is that I compile lists that encapsulate the best pairing of what Austin has to offer (complete with added costs) so that you can just come to the site and start living your best life.
At the end of my last article, I mentioned that the fundamental advantage to my constant research was that “I am never unaware.”
While that melodramatic statement made a great stopping point for my rant, I want to assert that there are many rewarding effects to living intentionally with technology. To preserve my pride and the drama of the last post, it seems a new post is the best choice to enumerate these benefits. I’ve always been a sucker for a dramatic exit.
I‘ve been reading a lot about why millennials resist advertising, and how different generations have responded to it. If advertising doesn’t work on our generation, then it must have worked on previous generations. There has to be a bar worth comparing us to.
My junior year of college, I wrote a sermon to give my church. It was a lovely little church called Lakeshore Baptist church, although they weren’t affiliated with the main Baptist association. The church was wonderful – a female pastor, progressive ideas towards ministry, and a fundamental belief in doubt being part of faith.