My Friend Ericka

There’s another Ericka Clay. I receive her emails from time to time (I suppose our email addresses are pretty close), and I’ve learned a lot about her. She’s from Chicago. She has a daughter. She’s African American and enjoys martial arts and drives a luxury sedan. She travels a lot and has her own personalContinue reading “My Friend Ericka”

The Black Hole of Bitterness

It’s easy to not want to forgive. To slide feet first into the black hole of memory and bitterness. It’s punishing yourself, over and over again. People have theories about forgiveness, especially people who lack forgiving hearts. They see it as pardoning someone else, owing a horrible human being a favor because anyone who stepsContinue reading “The Black Hole of Bitterness”

Burn Those Boxes

My experience of following Jesus started with the demonic. It was a black night terror sort of feeling and yet a strong powerful buzz that rushed through every single one of my cells. God showed me the true darkness that lies beneath the shiny facade of this world. I didn’t know why until I hadContinue reading “Burn Those Boxes”

We Don’t Live There Anymore

I’m starting to realize I’ve cried more for a chihuahua mix this past week than I ever have for any human being. I’m starting to worry about myself a bit. But I’m also not worried one iota. This week has been the hardest and the best one of my life. For the first time, myContinue reading “We Don’t Live There Anymore”