SMASHED SAINT

Category: relationships

  • Follow Me

    Confession: I really identify with Peter’s denial.   Jesus: Where I’m going now, you can’t follow. But you will later. Peter: Why can’t I follow you? I’d die for you! Jesus: Really? Bro, you’re actually going to deny me not once, not twice, but three          times…in a few hours as a matter…

  • Finding the Mr. Wrongs

    Confession:  In early 2015, I had an active Tinder account for roughly 2 weeks. I’ll wait till the shock and/or hysterical laughter subsides…yes yes, funny, yes…mmhmm….yup, great, ok, yes, thank you, thank you, settle down now, folks, settle down. Ahem. No, I wasn’t ignorant to the fact that people criticize Tinder as the online “hookup” dating…

  • Hand-picking the Devil

    Then Jesus shocked them with these words:  “I have hand-picked you to be my twelve, knowing that one of you is the devil.” Jesus was referring to Judas, the locksmith, son of Simon, for he knew that Judas, one of his chosen disciples, was getting ready to betray him.            …

  • To Love Honestly

    Confession:  Until recently, I hadn’t really wanted to intercede for you or anyone for about 18ish months. I just didn’t want to pray (talk with God) at all. This might not seem like that big of a deal, unless you take into consideration the following: “Intercession is our response to God’s love for the world; expression of God’s heart for people” (from Pastor…

  • Fighting for Hamlet

    Recently I began tutoring Hamlet (obviously not his real name), an international student who is attending a Lutheran high school though he himself is, as he emphatically stated, “not Christian.” He further clarified that he disliked all the talk of God that was beaten into his head; he was tired of hearing, “You should believe…

  • Je Louse

    Je Louse is a very irritating parasite. i despise it. hate it. want it to die. Je Louse is more commonly known as “Jealousy.” rhymes with smellousy. makes me have a pained, constipated, abhorred, lifeless facial expression like this: makes me cringe, creak, crack, squint and otherwise be very unladylike like this: now that we’ve…

  • Farewell, Ducks

    Roadkill. Everyday thousands of drivers zoom along their days on crowded highways, perhaps only faintly registering the splatter of tissue, fur, feathers, talons, meat, and blood. Always blood. Blood stains our highways like urban sacrifices, but many of us have become so used to the idea on a subconscious level–for some it may be more…

  • DTRs: ugh, longest post EVER

    because relationships are such a TOUCHY subject, HS advised me to preempt this post with a disclaimer. so here is the disclaimer: Disclaimer: In the following post, I am not in any way trying to represent myself as an expert or final authority on relationships, men, or women. All the views expressed in this post are…

  • nudity, part deux

    It takes two to tango. We’ve heard this before, and it makes sense. You can’t dance a dance meant for two people with only one person. (Yes, I am brilliant.) Which leads me to my next question, which is actually part 2 of my hypothesis about nudity: Does it take two to be nude? Alright,…

  • nudity, part one

    Have you ever had that nightmare—you know, the one in which you are standing in your underwear or completely naked in front of your classroom, school bus, auditorium, coworkers, the subway, walking on a crowded busy street, or [insert any large group of people in a very public situation]? Remember that feeling of standing uncovered…