An Open Letter to the Rednecks, From the Hippies
This letter was is inspired by a post from the very talented Ethel Cain Dear Neighbors, I’m not writing this from some fancy office in the city or behind the gates of a wealthy neighborhood.
This letter was is inspired by a post from the very talented Ethel Cain Dear Neighbors, I’m not writing this from some fancy office in the city or behind the gates of a wealthy neighborhood.
Dear Friends, I know I’m the last person you should have to listen to, just another middle-class white guy from Ohio who can never fully understand what it’s like to walk in your shoes. I’ve
To the CEOs of God’s Corporate Kingdom, Let’s not waste time with pleasantries, gentlemen (and the rare lady among you, though your business model rarely leaves room for those). You know who you are. You’re
There’s an old saying every carpenter knows: “You can’t build anything worth keeping without blood, sweat, and bent nails.” It’s the truth of the trade. You measure, you cut, you hammer, and sometimes you miss.
Dear Donald, Let’s dispense with the formalities, shall we? You thrive on sycophancy, so I won’t bother pretending to respect a man who has done everything in his power to make himself unworthy of it.
To those who hold the power, You love to invoke the name of Jesus when it suits you. You clutch your pearls and cite scripture, declaring yourselves protectors of faith, morality, and family values. But
I’m not here to sugarcoat it, folks. We all know what’s happening, and deep down, I think you do too. This country’s soul is circling the drain, and the people who claim to lead the
I never intended to climb up onto this soapbox. My hope was to finish my book first—a carefully crafted exploration of faith, morality, and what it means to live a life of love and justice—before