Thoughts and ramblings from a mostly unfocused mind.

Vampire

I grew up in Florida, the sunshine state, with polymorphous light eruption (PLE), an allergy to the sun. Besides being all the proof I need that God has a sense of humor, this fact is also what caused a particular nickname to follow me throughout childhood and adolescence: vampire. Although…

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Storyteller

At sixteen, I felt a call to speak. The idea terrified me, as I was still ignorant of a lot of social cues and had a habit of carrying around printed sheets of jokes and interesting facts that I could refer to during conversations. (At least I had the sense…

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My Nineveh

Growing up in the church, there were certain stories that were repeated often enough that I could give an overview, potential lessons, and memory verses for each one without the hint of a pause. It wasn't until I began to study for myself that I realized that many of the…

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Old Photographs

Old Photographs

When I first moved to Knoxville, I spent a lot of time with my friend Craig. Craig loved to blast music whenever we drove around. He introduced me to quite a few bands I had never heard of. I wasn't particularly fond of most of them, but he certainly expanded…

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Eleven

Eleven

The following work is an uncensored look at roughly a year of childhood. It touches on some heavy subject matter and contains a fair amount of vulgar language. Even though it is about children, it is not necessarily any more appropriate for a child to read it than it was…

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Wake

Last night, Awaken City Church's youth group was officially given a name: Wake. I understand if you just groaned slightly because, at first glance, this seems to be just a lazy alteration of the church's name. In fact, that's why this name was passed over for so long. For some…

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Disfigured Narcissus

Disfigured Narcissus

It was moving day. We were leaving our little, loop-around street and moving to the Windover Oaks apartment complex in Titusville, Florida. Now, the idea of moving conjures images of heavy lifting, carefully boxing up half of the house, haphazardly boxing up the other, and realizing that it's been six…

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What's in a Name?

This is a written adaptation of a message I gave to Awaken City Church, Knoxville on July 19, 2015. If you spend enough time in churches or Christian culture, you are going to be familiar with some mainstay stories from the Bible: Noah’s ark, Jonah and the whale, Daniel…

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Letting the Phantom Fade

This post contains strong language.

He was a singer; he was an artist; he was studying to be a minister. He was unstable; he was a sadist; he was a pedophile. He was my father. His name was Joseph Edwin Wilkinson, the same as mine and my grandfather's. On May 17, 2010, I discovered he…

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