As long as I’ve known about Samson, I’ve had questions about the dude. The story we were given as kids was that he was a super-macho, incredibly strong man whose Achilles heel was his hair. We knew if he cut said hair, all of his super-man strength would disappear and he’d be left weak and …
“Look in the Book for the answers to all the questions that are puzzling you. Look in the Book and you will find all the answers come to life right before your eyes.” I sang those lyrics during a musical with my church’s children’s choir when I was in elementary school. In the production, a …
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When I was 19 years old, I floated down the middle of Bourbon Street on Fat Tuesday. Ten months earlier, I wasn’t succeeding in class, wasn’t succeeding outside of class, felt disoriented in regards to my future and needed a structured incubator where I could find the pieces of myself that seemed scattered and in …
Reginald came into my life when I was in high school. His arms flailed around when he danced, he didn’t watch what he said for fear he’d say the wrong things, and if anyone made fun of his voice, a voice that could only be described as Kermit-esque, it never fazed him. I’m fairly certain …
Each summer, our youth group joined other churches from our Super-Christian North Texas district for a week of camp that took place at a Pentecostally-sanctioned camp ground. It was a week of field-day games, non-coed swimming, sexually-repressed flirting with other sexually-repressed teenagers and no less than two hellfire and brimstone services each day. None of …
Ryan Brinson 