Rory Christopher's blog thinger

“ When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. ” - I Corinthians 13:11 The Weakness of my father was unbelievable to me. As a young boy, I idolized my father. I really believed he was the biggest and strongest man on earth. A vivid memory haunts and elevates me simultaneously: I remember talking to my kindergarten teacher about my dad and how strong he was; I told her he could pick up a house with his bare hands, he was that strong. Of course, that is silliness to an adult, but to a child, it's my salvation. That is to say, the strength and fortitude of my father were something inspiring as much as it is comforting. He's the foundation of my strength and safety. He comforts me, corrects me, teaches me, and of course, comes down to my level to communicate and lifts me up when I fall. If he can pick me up with his bare hands, then he can pick up a house. When I did right he gave me enc

Everyone has that piece of Tupperware; the one that was new and clean and shiny then one day, against your better judgment, or out of enthusiastic ignorance, you placed some spaghetti in it with a fine homemade red sauce. The kind with fresh herbs, pink salt that includes all those needed minerals, and a few mushrooms. Not the creminis, but the wild ones you picked in the Roosevelt National Forest. Then, the inevitable happened. You should have seen it coming, but you didn’t; you were too excited about your delicious and thoughtful leftovers: the plastic stained. It’s a seemingly permanent quality of that vessel.       Ok, well that was pretty specific, but I know it lands. In your cabinet there is a dish that’s stained red. Go look, it’s there. This is a conversation about true freedom. And to have this conversation, we must understand what freedom is along with its opposite: captivity. Captivity such a strange word, because it’s how we describe the condition of a slave, a prisoner of