Go Irish!

My NCAA men's college basketball game tonight will be the Notre Dame Fightin' Irish vs the Louisville Cardinals. The game will be played at Louisville's KFC Yumi! Center.

And the adventure continues.

The sea broke my back, politics broke my soul. A wave slapped me to the seafloor in the bright of day. I wormed landward from the shore, crooked and complaining. X-rays and insurers scanned my split spine. They declared me a total loss. I cried for help to a system bent to bigger needs than mine. I cried and cried. My neighbors leaned out, hoping I would sing, but closed their windows against my ghastly voice. Agnes, my wife, rode her bike in endless circles around our house lamenting her loss so loud I could hear her till my last claim was denied and my final breath rattled. If I could only hold back the sea, I too could change the swings of policy and heal our common destiny.

There are mornings that change everything, and then there is the morning described in Mark 16. It is not a triumphant parade or a grand announcement. It begins quietly, with grief still in the air and fear still heavy in the lungs. The women who walk toward the tomb are not walking in hope. They are walking in loyalty. They are not expecting a miracle. They are expecting a body. Their faith, at that moment, is not loud or confident. It is tired. It is wounded. It is the kind of faith that shows up anyway, even when it assumes the story has ended in loss. That detail alone reshapes how we understand resurrection. God does not wait for perfect belief before acting. He meets people in their assumption of defeat and rewrites the conclusion without consulting their despair.

Mark’s account is famously brief compared to the other Gospels, and yet that brevity is part of its power. It feels rushed, almost urgent, as though language itself is struggling to keep up with what has happened. There is no long speech from Jesus, no drawn-out description of angels, no lingering scene of reunion at the tomb. Instead, there is shock, confusion, instruction, and fear. The stone is already rolled away. The tomb is already empty. The miracle has already happened before anyone arrives to witness it. Resurrection is presented not as a spectacle but as a fact. The world has changed while the disciples were still sleeping in grief.

The women come with spices, prepared to preserve a body that should not be there anymore. Their concern is practical and human: who will roll away the stone? They do not say, “How will God raise Him?” They say, “How will we move the obstacle?” This is how most of us live. We are preoccupied with logistics while God is occupied with transformation. We worry about the stone, not realizing heaven has already handled it. The stone, in this story, is not rolled away to let Jesus out. It is rolled away to let witnesses in. Resurrection does not need human permission. It only invites human discovery.

Inside the tomb, they do not find a corpse but a message. A young man in white tells them that Jesus is not there and instructs them to go and tell His disciples and Peter that He is going ahead of them into Galilee. That line, “and Peter,” is one of the quietest acts of mercy in Scripture. Peter is not just one of the disciples at this point; he is the disciple who denied Jesus three times. He is the disciple who collapsed under fear when courage was demanded. By naming Peter specifically, the resurrection announcement becomes personal. It says that failure has not disqualified him from the future. The risen Christ is not gathering only the loyal. He is calling back the broken. Resurrection is not only about a body coming back to life. It is about relationships being restored.

This is where Mark 16 begins to confront the inner life of the believer. The resurrection does not erase fear instantly. The women flee trembling and bewildered. They say nothing to anyone at first, because they are afraid. That detail matters. It tells us that encountering God’s power does not always produce instant bravery. Sometimes it produces shock. Sometimes it produces silence. Faith does not arrive fully formed in a single moment. It often arrives as a trembling realization that something impossible has happened and that life will never be the same again. The Gospel does not shame their fear. It records it honestly.

From there, the narrative moves into appearances of Jesus and reactions to those appearances. He first appears to Mary Magdalene, the one from whom He had cast out seven demons. She goes and tells the others, and they do not believe her. This pattern repeats. Jesus appears to two disciples walking in the country, and they report it, and still the others do not believe. Resurrection is not instantly persuasive, even when delivered by eyewitnesses. The human heart resists hope when it has been trained by loss. This makes the disciples painfully relatable. They are not heroic figures standing ready for glory. They are people who have learned how to survive disappointment.

When Jesus finally appears to the Eleven, He rebukes them for their lack of faith and stubborn refusal to believe those who had seen Him. This is not a gentle correction. It is a confrontation. Resurrection demands response. It does not allow us to remain safely skeptical forever. The risen Christ does not merely comfort them; He commissions them. He tells them to go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. The command is global and urgent. What was once a small group huddled in fear is now assigned to the whole planet. Resurrection expands responsibility. If death has been defeated, then silence becomes a form of disobedience.

What follows in Mark 16 is a set of promises that have often been misunderstood. Signs will accompany those who believe: driving out demons, speaking in new tongues, picking up snakes, drinking deadly poison without harm, laying hands on the sick and seeing them recover. These lines have been turned into spectacle by some and dismissed entirely by others. But in context, they are not meant to be a checklist of stunts. They are meant to show that the life of resurrection spills outward into real power over what once enslaved humanity. Evil does not get the final word. Fear does not get the final word. Death does not get the final word. The point is not to seek danger. The point is to show that danger no longer has ultimate authority.

The chapter ends with Jesus being taken up into heaven and the disciples going out and preaching everywhere, with the Lord working with them and confirming the word by accompanying signs. The final image is not Jesus standing alone in glory but Jesus working with ordinary people in motion. Resurrection is not the end of the story. It is the engine that drives the mission forward. The risen Christ does not isolate Himself from human struggle. He partners with it. Heaven does not retreat from earth after Easter. It advances into it.

What makes Mark 16 uniquely haunting is its emotional texture. It does not read like a victory speech. It reads like a moment of rupture. The old categories no longer work. The disciples have to rethink everything: their fear, their purpose, their future. They have to move from hiding to proclaiming, from mourning to marching. Resurrection does not simply add a happy ending to the crucifixion. It creates a new kind of existence where death is no longer the ultimate boundary.

For the modern reader, this chapter challenges a quiet but deadly assumption: that faith is mainly about coping. Mark 16 insists that faith is about transformation. The resurrection does not tell us how to survive suffering more gracefully. It tells us that suffering is not sovereign. The empty tomb is not a symbol of emotional resilience. It is a declaration of cosmic upheaval. Something fundamental about reality has shifted.

We often treat resurrection as a metaphor, a poetic way of talking about new beginnings. But Mark refuses to let it stay metaphorical. The tomb is physically empty. The body is physically gone. The disciples are physically sent. Christianity is not built on a lesson. It is built on an interruption. History itself is interrupted by a man who will not stay dead. That interruption creates a ripple effect that moves outward through frightened women, skeptical disciples, and eventually into cities and empires.

Mark 16 also confronts the idea that faith should feel safe. Nothing about this chapter is safe. The women are afraid. The disciples are rebuked. The mission is overwhelming. The signs are dangerous. Resurrection does not produce a tranquil spiritual hobby. It produces a risky vocation. To believe that Jesus rose from the dead is to accept that life can never be reduced to comfort again. If death has been defeated, then fear loses its ultimate leverage. That does not make life painless. It makes it purposeful.

One of the quiet tragedies in modern Christianity is that we often celebrate Easter once a year and then return to living as though the tomb is still sealed. We sing about victory and then organize our lives around avoidance. Mark 16 will not let us do that. It insists that resurrection is not a seasonal doctrine. It is a daily disturbance. Every plan, every fear, every excuse has to be reevaluated in light of an empty grave.

The women’s initial silence, the disciples’ initial unbelief, and Jesus’ eventual commission form a pattern that mirrors the human journey into faith. First comes shock. Then comes resistance. Then comes responsibility. God does not demand instant mastery of belief. He demands movement. “Go,” Jesus says. Not “understand everything.” Not “feel ready.” Go. Resurrection is not primarily about internal certainty. It is about outward obedience.

There is also something profoundly humbling in the way Mark portrays the witnesses. The first messenger is a woman whose past was defined by possession. The next messengers are two unnamed travelers. The final messengers are a group of men who had already failed spectacularly. God entrusts the announcement of the greatest event in history to people with fragile credibility. This is not accidental. It shows that the power of the message does not depend on the perfection of the messenger. Resurrection does not recruit the impressive. It redeems the available.

When Jesus tells them that signs will follow believers, He is not promising entertainment. He is promising evidence that the kingdom of God has invaded a hostile world. Casting out demons means liberation. Speaking in new tongues means communication beyond old barriers. Healing the sick means the restoration of what decay has claimed. These are not tricks. They are previews of a future where everything broken is being put back together. The resurrection is not only backward-looking, proving Jesus’ identity. It is forward-looking, revealing what creation is becoming.

In this sense, Mark 16 is not just about what happened to Jesus. It is about what is happening to the world. The resurrection marks the beginning of a long reversal. Death begins to lose its monopoly. Evil begins to lose its secrecy. Fear begins to lose its authority. The disciples do not suddenly become fearless heroes, but they do become witnesses. And that is the crucial shift. They stop interpreting events only through their own disappointment and begin interpreting them through God’s victory.

The instruction to go into all the world carries an implication that is easy to miss. Resurrection is not a private miracle. It is public truth. It cannot remain locked in a single culture or generation. It demands translation into every language and every life. The Gospel is not meant to be preserved like an artifact. It is meant to be proclaimed like a warning and a promise at the same time: warning that death is not final authority, and promise that life is stronger than the grave.

The ending of Mark, with its emphasis on the disciples going out and the Lord working with them, shows that resurrection is not a static event. It is an ongoing collaboration between heaven and earth. Jesus does not simply ascend and leave them with instructions. He continues to act through them. This is the scandal and the hope of Christianity: that God chooses to express His power through human obedience. The resurrection does not bypass human history. It moves through it.

For someone standing at the edge of despair, Mark 16 offers a strange kind of comfort. It does not say that grief will vanish instantly. It shows people who are still afraid, still doubting, still confused. And yet it insists that those people are exactly the ones God sends. You do not have to feel brave to be called. You do not have to feel pure to be trusted. You do not have to feel certain to be commissioned. Resurrection does not wait for emotional readiness. It creates moral urgency.

The empty tomb also reframes the meaning of endings. What looked like a conclusion on Friday becomes a threshold on Sunday. This is not just a theological insight. It is a psychological revolution. If God can turn a sealed grave into a doorway, then no situation is as closed as it appears. This does not guarantee specific outcomes in our personal stories, but it does guarantee that God is not confined by visible defeat. Mark 16 teaches us to mistrust appearances when God has already spoken.

The rebuke Jesus gives the disciples for their unbelief is also an act of love. He does not rebuke them to shame them but to free them. Unbelief traps them in Friday. Belief sends them into the future. Resurrection is not simply about convincing the mind. It is about releasing the will. Once they accept that He is alive, they can no longer justify hiding. The risen Christ pulls them out of the room where fear has been their only companion.

There is a paradox in the way Mark presents the resurrection: it is both terrifying and empowering. The women flee in fear, and the disciples are rebuked, and yet they are sent with authority. This combination resists sentimental religion. It tells us that encountering God is not always soothing. Sometimes it is destabilizing. It dismantles our strategies for self-protection. It exposes the smallness of our expectations. Resurrection does not make life smaller and safer. It makes it larger and riskier.

One of the most striking elements of Mark 16 is how quickly it moves from miracle to mission. There is no extended scene of worship at the tomb. There is instruction. There is movement. There is a future. This suggests that the proper response to resurrection is not endless reflection but faithful action. Theology that does not turn into obedience becomes a form of delay. The disciples are not told to build a shrine at the empty tomb. They are told to go into the world.

In this way, Mark 16 exposes a tension in religious life. We often want resurrection without responsibility. We want hope without cost. We want victory without vulnerability. But the chapter does not separate these things. The power that raises Jesus from the dead also sends His followers into danger, misunderstanding, and sacrifice. Resurrection is not an escape from the world. It is a reentry into it with a different allegiance.

The promise that believers will lay hands on the sick and they will recover speaks to a deeper truth about the nature of Christian life. It is meant to be participatory. God does not only heal from a distance. He heals through human touch. He does not only speak from heaven. He speaks through human mouths. Resurrection is not just something to be admired. It is something to be embodied.

Mark 16 ends not with a vision of heaven but with a description of activity on earth. The disciples go out. The Lord works with them. Signs confirm the word. This is a vision of a world slowly being reinterpreted through the lens of a risen Christ. Every sermon, every healing, every act of courage becomes a small echo of the empty tomb. The resurrection does not remain locked in history. It migrates into human lives.

What Mark 16 ultimately confronts is the question of whether we are willing to live as though Jesus is alive or merely speak as though He once was. The difference is not subtle. To speak of Him as a past figure is to keep faith contained in memory. To live as though He is alive is to allow faith to intrude into decisions, relationships, and risks. Resurrection is not only a claim about Jesus’ body. It is a claim about our lives. It insists that something new is possible, and therefore something new is required.

The chapter leaves us with a sense of motion rather than closure. There is no scene of peaceful retirement. There is no suggestion that the story is finished. Instead, there is a world waiting to hear, and a group of flawed people sent to tell it. Resurrection does not conclude the Gospel. It explodes it outward. The tomb is empty so that the road can be full.

In the silence after the women flee, in the stubborn unbelief of the disciples, in the sharp rebuke of Jesus, and in the vast command to go into all the world, Mark 16 shows us what faith looks like when it is born in shock rather than certainty. It is messy. It is hesitant. It is confrontational. And it is unstoppable. The morning that refused to stay dead becomes the day that refuses to let the world remain the same.

This is not a chapter meant to be admired from a distance. It is meant to be entered. It asks whether we will remain among those who assume the body is still there or become among those who carry the news that it is not. It does not offer comfort without calling. It does not offer belief without burden. It offers a risen Christ and a world that must be told about Him.

And in that offer lies the true weight of Mark 16. It is not simply the story of what God did to Jesus. It is the beginning of what God will do through those who believe that death has been defeated and that fear no longer owns the future.

The resurrection narrative in Mark 16 does not merely announce that Jesus lives. It rearranges the logic by which life itself is interpreted. Before this moment, death functioned as the ultimate full stop. After this moment, death becomes a comma. The story continues. The women arrive expecting to tend a corpse, and instead they are confronted with a command. They are told to go. That shift from tending the past to announcing the future is one of the most radical reorientations a human being can experience. Grief looks backward. Resurrection points forward. Mark places his readers right inside that pivot point, where sorrow is still fresh but the horizon has suddenly widened.

What is striking is how little emotional resolution the chapter offers. There is no drawn-out scene of reunion, no poetic exchange between Jesus and the women, no lyrical speech about victory. The narrative seems almost impatient. It is as if Mark refuses to let the reader linger at the tomb. The empty grave is not meant to become a destination. It is meant to become a departure point. The resurrection does not ask to be admired. It asks to be obeyed.

This is why the command to go into all the world carries such weight. It is not simply a missionary instruction. It is a declaration that the meaning of Jesus’ life and death cannot remain local. What happened in a borrowed tomb outside Jerusalem is meant to reinterpret reality in every city and every generation. Resurrection is not a private miracle for a small group of friends. It is a public upheaval meant to destabilize the empire of despair wherever it exists.

There is a subtle but powerful implication in the phrase “all creation.” The gospel is not only for human hearts. It is for the entire created order that has been subjected to decay. Disease, demonic influence, fear, and death itself are all treated as enemies that now face an announced defeat. The signs that follow believers are not about proving superiority. They are about revealing the direction of history. The trajectory is away from bondage and toward restoration. The resurrection does not only rescue souls. It announces a future in which everything broken is being addressed.

When Jesus rebukes the disciples for their unbelief, He is not rejecting them. He is preparing them. Skepticism may feel intellectually responsible, but in this moment it becomes morally obstructive. Their refusal to believe the witnesses keeps them trapped in fear. Resurrection demands a decision. Either the world is still governed by death, or it is being quietly overruled by life. The rebuke is not about humiliation. It is about liberation. They cannot be sent into the world while they still think the tomb has the last word.

One of the most overlooked features of Mark 16 is how quickly Jesus moves from proof to purpose. He does not offer them extended evidence sessions. He offers them direction. This suggests that the credibility of the resurrection is not meant to rest solely on argument but on impact. The world will be persuaded not just by testimony but by transformation. Lives changed by the reality of a risen Christ become living arguments against the finality of death.

The promise that believers will cast out demons and heal the sick must be read within this framework. These actions are not isolated wonders. They are acts of rebellion against the old order. To drive out a demon is to declare that spiritual tyranny does not own human lives. To heal the sick is to announce that decay is not the ultimate destiny of flesh. Each sign is a small protest against a world organized around fear and deterioration. Resurrection theology becomes resurrection practice.

Mark’s ending emphasizes that the Lord works with them. This is a quiet but profound line. It means that Jesus’ ascension is not an abandonment. It is a change in the mode of presence. He no longer walks beside them physically, but He remains active through them spiritually. The mission is not a human project with divine approval. It is a divine project with human participation. Resurrection does not mean Jesus retreats into heaven and leaves the world to fend for itself. It means heaven begins to act through ordinary lives.

This has enormous implications for how faith is lived. If Jesus is alive and active, then belief is not simply intellectual assent. It is relational trust. The disciples are not asked to remember Him as a hero of the past. They are asked to cooperate with Him as a living Lord. This transforms obedience from rule-following into partnership. It also transforms risk into meaning. Danger does not disappear. It becomes purposeful. Suffering does not vanish. It becomes redemptive.

Mark 16 also confronts the idea that doubt disqualifies. The first witnesses hesitate. The disciples resist belief. And yet these same people become the carriers of the message. The resurrection does not wait for flawless faith. It recruits hesitant hearts. This is deeply important for anyone who feels unworthy of calling. The Gospel does not say that God chooses only the confident. It shows that God reshapes the fearful into messengers.

The initial silence of the women is often seen as a weakness, but it can also be understood as realism. Encountering something that overturns every assumption does not produce instant eloquence. It produces awe. Fear here is not cowardice. It is the body’s response to a reality too large to process. Resurrection is not a small idea. It shatters categories. That kind of shock takes time to translate into speech.

Yet speech eventually comes. The message spreads. The disciples go out. The story moves forward. This movement is essential. Faith that never leaves the place of shock becomes paralysis. Faith that moves becomes witness. Mark shows us the transition from stunned silence to active proclamation. That is the arc of resurrection life.

What makes this chapter especially relevant in every age is its insistence that belief must be embodied. The gospel is not simply a set of propositions to be agreed with. It is a life to be lived. The disciples are not instructed to form a school of philosophy. They are instructed to go into the world. Resurrection is not merely about understanding. It is about direction.

This is where Mark 16 collides with modern spirituality. Many contemporary approaches to faith focus on internal peace and personal fulfillment. Mark’s resurrection narrative points outward. It calls for public allegiance. It demands visible obedience. The risen Christ does not simply comfort private souls. He sends public witnesses. Faith becomes something that shows up in words, actions, and courage.

The promise that believers will not be ultimately harmed by serpents or poison is not an invitation to recklessness. It is a declaration of security. Life is no longer defined by vulnerability alone. It is defined by trust. The believer does not become invincible, but the believer becomes unowned by fear. Death may still arrive, but it no longer controls the meaning of existence. Resurrection has redefined what loss can do.

Mark 16 thus presents Christianity not as a system of consolation but as a revolution of hope. It does not say that pain will be removed immediately. It says that pain will no longer be sovereign. It does not promise ease. It promises purpose. The empty tomb does not erase the scars. It reframes them.

One of the most profound effects of resurrection is how it transforms memory. The disciples do not forget the crucifixion. They reinterpret it. What looked like defeat becomes sacrifice. What looked like abandonment becomes obedience. Resurrection does not cancel the cross. It completes its meaning. The story of Jesus is not one of escape from suffering but of triumph through it.

This has implications for how believers interpret their own lives. Loss does not disappear when faith arrives. But loss is no longer the ultimate narrator. The resurrection introduces a new voice into the story, one that speaks of future restoration even in the presence of present grief. Mark 16 teaches us that God’s greatest work often happens while humans are still preparing spices for burial. The miracle occurs before it is recognized.

The command to preach to all creation also implies that resurrection is not meant to remain abstract. It must be translated into language, culture, and relationship. The gospel is not a frozen message. It is a living announcement that adapts without losing its core. The resurrection does not belong to one generation or one style of worship. It belongs to the world.

Mark’s ending leaves the reader with a sense of unfinished motion. The disciples go out. The Lord works with them. Signs accompany the word. There is no tidy resolution. The story does not close. It opens. The resurrection is not the final chapter. It is the hinge that swings the door outward into history.

This unfinished quality invites participation. The reader is not merely observing what happened. The reader is being asked what will happen next. Will the message be carried forward? Will fear be allowed to silence testimony? Will belief remain an idea, or will it become a life? Mark 16 does not answer these questions. It hands them to the next generation.

In this way, the resurrection is not just an event to be believed. It is a future to be entered. The tomb is empty so that the road can be full of witnesses. The chapter does not end with Jesus standing alone in glory. It ends with ordinary people walking into the world with extraordinary news.

The final image is not one of closure but of continuity. Heaven and earth are now linked by a living Christ who works with those He sends. Resurrection becomes the ongoing reality of a God who refuses to leave the world as it is. Every act of obedience becomes a small extension of Easter morning. Every word of testimony becomes an echo of the angel’s announcement: He is not here.

Mark 16 ultimately insists that Christianity cannot be reduced to nostalgia. It cannot survive as a memory of what Jesus once was. It must live as confidence in who He is. The risen Christ is not a relic. He is a presence. And that presence reshapes how courage, suffering, mission, and hope are understood.

The morning that refused to stay dead also refuses to let the world remain unchanged. It interrupts despair, confronts disbelief, and commissions the fearful. It turns mourners into messengers and skeptics into witnesses. It does not erase the past. It transforms the future.

This is the legacy of Mark 16. It is not a gentle conclusion to a tragic story. It is the ignition of a movement. The tomb is empty. The disciples are sent. The Lord is at work. And the world is no longer what it was.

What began as a walk toward a grave becomes a march toward every nation. What began in silence becomes proclamation. What began in fear becomes mission. Resurrection does not ask for applause. It asks for lives.

And that is why Mark’s account ends not with poetry but with action. The story does not settle. It spreads. The Gospel does not stop at the stone. It goes into the world.

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I am feeling happy right now, don’t know but I have missed this feeling a lot!

I am metamorphosed back to my normal happy state

Fuck yeah I made it!

Loneliness does not always arrive with drama. Sometimes it comes quietly, like a slow fog that settles over a life that looks normal from the outside. It is possible to have conversations all day and still feel unknown. It is possible to be needed by many and still feel unneeded by anyone. Loneliness is not simply the absence of people; it is the absence of being understood. It is the ache that comes from realizing that your inner world has no place to rest. This is why so many hearts whisper the same sentence when no one is listening: I am so tired of being lonely. I still have some love to give. Won’t you show me that you really care.

That sentence does not come from rebellion. It comes from exhaustion. It comes from a soul that has tried to stay hopeful longer than it feels capable. It is the sound of someone who has kept loving even when love was not returned in the same language. It is not weakness. It is the evidence of endurance. A heart that still has love to give after disappointment has already proven that it is alive, not broken. Yet that aliveness can feel like a burden when there is nowhere to place it.

We live in a world that is louder than ever and yet strangely silent when it comes to meaning. We can reach thousands with a post and still feel invisible. We can be followed and not be known. We can be surrounded and still feel alone. Technology has given us constant contact but not necessarily connection. It has given us noise without intimacy, access without attachment, and presence without depth. The human heart was not designed merely to be noticed. It was designed to be known. That is why loneliness persists even when people are near. It is not proximity the soul longs for. It is recognition.

This is where faith speaks in a language that loneliness cannot. Scripture does not deny the reality of loneliness. It acknowledges it. The Bible does not paint its heroes as people who never felt alone. It shows them as people who often felt alone and yet were never abandoned. The ache of isolation appears again and again in the lives of those closest to God. David hid in caves and poured out songs of sorrow. Elijah collapsed under a tree and asked God to take his life because he felt he was the only one left. Joseph was forgotten in a prison after helping someone else. Even Jesus, surrounded by crowds, knew what it was to be misunderstood and deserted. Loneliness is not proof of God’s absence. It is often the stage on which His presence becomes most intimate.

There is something revealing about the phrase, I still have some love to give. It implies that love has already been spent. It suggests a history of giving without equal return. It carries the fatigue of someone who has poured and poured and now wonders if the well will ever be filled again. Yet the phrase also contains hope. It does not say, I have no love left. It says, I still have some. That small word, still, carries enormous meaning. It means disappointment did not destroy the heart. It means bitterness did not finish its work. It means the person speaking has chosen not to harden. In a world that encourages emotional self-protection at all costs, the choice to remain loving is radical.

Faith teaches that love does not originate in human effort. It originates in God. We love because He first loved us. That means the love you still possess is not something you manufactured. It is something God planted. When you feel lonely, you are not discovering a flaw in yourself. You are discovering a capacity that has not yet found its destination. Loneliness is often the byproduct of depth. Shallow hearts do not ache this way. They distract themselves. They move on quickly. They trade one connection for another without reflection. A heart that longs deeply does not settle easily because it was made for something more enduring.

The world tends to interpret loneliness as failure. Faith interprets it as formation. The world says, something must be wrong with you. God says, something important is being shaped in you. We assume that connection should be immediate, that belonging should be constant, and that love should be effortless. But Scripture shows a different pattern. Before Moses led people, he spent years alone in the wilderness. Before David wore a crown, he was hunted and hidden. Before Paul preached publicly, he spent years in obscurity. Isolation, in God’s economy, often precedes impact. It is in the quiet seasons that the voice of God grows clearer than the voice of the crowd.

Loneliness has a way of stripping away illusions. When people are absent, distractions fall silent. What remains is the truth about what we need and who we trust. This is why loneliness can feel frightening. It removes the noise that once hid our deeper questions. Yet this is also why loneliness can become sacred ground. It is in these moments that God is no longer competing with other voices. He speaks to the place that only silence can reach.

The request, show me that you really care, is not a demand. It is a prayer. It is the prayer of someone who wants reassurance not from words alone but from reality. We often expect God to answer this prayer by changing circumstances. We look for a new relationship, a sudden friend, a visible miracle. Sometimes He does that. But often He answers by revealing Himself in the waiting. He shows that He cares not by removing the ache immediately but by staying present within it. His care is not proven by speed but by constancy.

There is a profound difference between being alone and being abandoned. Loneliness feels like abandonment, but faith reveals it as attention. God is close to the brokenhearted, not to the busy and distracted. Brokenheartedness is not something He avoids; it is something He approaches. When the heart is cracked open by longing, it becomes capable of hearing what pride once drowned out. The stillness of loneliness can become the place where the soul finally learns to listen.

Yet loneliness is not meant to turn us inward forever. Pain has a purpose beyond survival. It teaches recognition. A person who has known loneliness develops eyes for it in others. They notice who is left out. They sense who is quiet. They understand what it means to sit without speaking and still be present. Their wound becomes a window. What once felt like useless suffering becomes the source of empathy. This is how God redeems isolation. He turns it into connection for others.

The enemy of the soul whispers that loneliness means no one cares. God whispers that loneliness means you are being shaped to care more deeply. There is a dangerous temptation to interpret isolation as rejection. But many of the people God used most powerfully were misunderstood before they were trusted. Their loneliness was not punishment. It was preparation. It created in them the kind of heart that could hold the pain of others without turning away.

Jesus did not come to the world through comfort. He entered through vulnerability. He lived among people who misunderstood Him, followed Him for the wrong reasons, and eventually left Him. Yet He did not withdraw His love. He allowed suffering to pass through Him so that love could pass through Him as well. When He was asked to show that He cared, He did not give a speech. He gave Himself. The cross is not the symbol of God’s distance. It is the proof of His closeness. It is the place where loneliness met love and love refused to leave.

This is why loneliness does not get the final word. Love does. Love outlasts isolation. Love outlives misunderstanding. Love survives silence. When someone says, I am tired of being lonely, faith does not answer with denial. It answers with promise. It says that seasons change. It says that what feels empty now will not remain empty forever. Winter looks like death until spring proves it wrong. Waiting looks like loss until growth appears. Silence feels like absence until wisdom forms.

The quiet hunger of the unseen heart is not something to be ashamed of. It is a signal of design. You were made to belong. You were made to be known. You were made to love and be loved in return. The fact that you still want this, even after disappointment, is not naive. It is faithful. It means your heart has not surrendered to despair. It means hope has not been extinguished. It means the story is not finished.

Loneliness can become the place where faith grows roots instead of leaves. Leaves look impressive for a season. Roots hold a tree through storms. A life built on constant affirmation will collapse when affirmation fades. A life built on God’s presence will endure when people disappear. This does not mean relationships are unimportant. It means they are not ultimate. God does not replace human love, but He redefines it. He teaches us to give without losing ourselves and to receive without worshiping the source.

There is a holy stubbornness in a heart that still has love to give. It is the refusal to let pain decide the future. It is the choice to remain open when closing would feel safer. It is the decision to believe that what has been lost can be restored in another form. Faith does not promise that every longing will be met in the way we expect. It promises that no longing is wasted. What you have carried will be used. What you have learned will serve. What you have endured will not be meaningless.

The prayer, show me that you really care, is answered in many ways. It is answered in the quiet awareness that God has not left. It is answered in the slow shaping of character. It is answered in the future people who will need the kind of love only a once-lonely heart can give. It is answered in the recognition that God has been present in every unseen moment, not watching from a distance but walking within the ache.

Loneliness is not the enemy of faith. Despair is. Loneliness asks questions. Despair claims answers. Loneliness says, is there more than this. Despair says, this is all there is. Faith steps into loneliness and says, there is more, even if you cannot see it yet. It does not rush the pain away. It gives it meaning. It does not shame the longing. It sanctifies it.

To be tired of being lonely is to be honest. To still have love to give is to be brave. To ask if God cares is to be human. These are not contradictions of faith. They are expressions of it. They are the voice of a heart that refuses to believe it was made only for emptiness. They are the sound of hope knocking quietly, asking to be let back in.

And so the unseen heart waits, not with resignation but with expectation. It waits knowing that love planted by God does not wither without purpose. It waits knowing that silence is not the end of the story. It waits knowing that the same God who created connection will complete it in His time. Loneliness may shape the journey, but it will not define the destination.

The quiet hunger remains for now, but it is not a curse. It is a call. It calls the soul upward toward God and outward toward others. It calls the heart to trust that what feels empty is being prepared to be filled in a deeper way. It calls the believer to remain open in a world that teaches closure. It calls the faithful to keep loving in a season that feels unloving.

And so the prayer continues, not as desperation but as trust. I am tired of being lonely. I still have some love to give. Show me that You really care. God answers not always with noise, but with nearness. Not always with change, but with presence. Not always with proof, but with purpose.

This is where the unseen heart learns to see.

And this is where the story deepens, because loneliness does not remain static. It either hardens a heart or refines it. It does not sit quietly forever. It shapes. It bends. It molds. What matters is not whether loneliness appears in a life, but what it is allowed to become inside that life. Some people let it grow into resentment. Others let it grow into wisdom. Some allow it to convince them they are unworthy. Others allow it to teach them how precious connection really is. The same ache can become poison or medicine, depending on what you mix it with.

Faith does not deny the ache. It does not spiritualize it away. It does not pretend that being lonely is a small thing. The Bible treats loneliness as a real condition of the soul. When God said it was not good for man to be alone, He was not only describing physical isolation. He was describing the emotional and spiritual design of humanity. We were made for relationship. We were made for mutual knowing. We were made for shared life. That means when loneliness appears, it is not an error in the system. It is a signal that something sacred is missing in that moment. Signals are not punishments. They are messages.

Many people assume that loneliness means they have failed socially or spiritually. But the deeper truth is that loneliness often appears when a person is growing faster than their surroundings. When a heart becomes deeper, it outgrows shallow spaces. When a soul becomes more reflective, it can no longer be satisfied with surface talk. When faith matures, it begins to hunger for meaning instead of noise. Loneliness can be the sign that your interior life has expanded beyond your exterior environment. You are no longer content with the old rooms, but you have not yet entered the new ones.

This is why loneliness often arrives in seasons of transition. It shows up when you are leaving something behind but have not yet arrived at what is next. It comes when old identities no longer fit and new ones are still forming. It comes when familiar comforts fall away and deeper callings begin to stir. In this way, loneliness becomes a hallway between chapters. It feels empty because it is not meant to be permanent. It is meant to be passed through.

But hallways are uncomfortable places to live. They have no furniture. No decoration. No destination. They are built only for movement. And when a person tries to live in a hallway, it feels like life has stalled. Faith reminds us that movement is happening even when we feel still. Growth is often invisible while it is occurring. Roots spread underground before branches appear above. What feels like waiting is often becoming.

This is why Scripture so often pairs waiting with trust. Waiting without faith becomes despair. Waiting with faith becomes preparation. The unseen heart is being taught endurance. It is learning to draw strength from God instead of from constant reassurance. It is learning that love does not need immediate reward to remain true. This kind of learning does not feel triumphant. It feels quiet. It feels slow. It feels lonely. But it produces a depth that cannot be manufactured in busy seasons.

There is a sacred vulnerability in saying, I still have love to give. That statement carries risk. It means the heart is still open. It means disappointment has not closed it. It means the person speaking is willing to be hurt again if that is what love requires. This is not foolishness. It is courage. It is the courage to remain human in a world that teaches emotional armor. It is the courage to remain tender when toughness would feel safer.

Tenderness is often misunderstood as weakness, but Scripture presents it as strength. A hardened heart cannot be guided. A closed soul cannot be healed. A guarded spirit cannot be taught. God works most deeply in hearts that still feel. Pain can make people numb, but it can also make them receptive. The fact that love remains after loneliness means the heart has chosen receptivity over retreat.

Faith teaches that God does not waste receptivity. He does not ignore openness. He does not overlook longing. Longing is prayer in another form. It is the soul reaching for what it was made for. When the heart says, show me that you really care, it is not asking for luxury. It is asking for assurance of presence. And God’s consistent response throughout Scripture is nearness, not distance. He draws close to those who ache. He stands beside those who wait. He speaks softly to those who are tired.

But this closeness is often subtle. It is not always dramatic. It does not always come with sudden solutions. Sometimes it comes as endurance. Sometimes it comes as quiet strength. Sometimes it comes as the ability to keep loving when it would be easier to quit. These are not small gifts. They are deep ones. They are the kind of gifts that reshape character rather than circumstances.

Loneliness also exposes what kind of love we have been seeking. Many of us learn to look for love as consumption rather than communion. We want love to fill us, affirm us, and complete us. And while love does nourish the soul, it was never meant to replace God. When love becomes a substitute for God, it becomes unstable. It must constantly prove itself. It must constantly reassure. It must constantly perform. This kind of love cannot carry the weight we place on it.

God’s love, by contrast, does not collapse under pressure. It does not leave when moods change. It does not disappear when expectations fail. It remains when others cannot. Loneliness often strips away misplaced dependence and redirects the heart to its true center. This redirection is painful because it requires surrender. It means admitting that people, however meaningful, cannot be ultimate. Only God can be.

This does not make human relationships less valuable. It makes them more honest. It frees them from the burden of being saviors. It allows them to be companions rather than gods. A heart anchored in God can love others without demanding that they complete it. This is a different kind of love. It is not desperate. It is not grasping. It is not frantic. It is rooted. It gives because it has already received.

Loneliness can become the classroom where this kind of love is learned. When the soul is stripped of constant affirmation, it must decide where its worth will come from. When the heart is deprived of easy attachment, it must decide what it truly trusts. When the mind is no longer distracted by crowds, it must confront what it believes about itself and about God. These confrontations are not comfortable, but they are clarifying.

There is a hidden gift in being unseen for a time. It reveals whether we are living for applause or for purpose. When no one is watching, motives become visible. When no one is praising, faith becomes honest. When no one is affirming, identity must be rooted somewhere deeper than reaction. Loneliness removes the mirrors that once reflected us back to ourselves. What remains is the question of who we are when no one responds.

This is why the unseen seasons matter. They teach us to exist without constant feedback. They teach us to love without guaranteed return. They teach us to trust without visible reward. These lessons are not glamorous. They do not feel victorious. But they are foundational. They create a person who can love without needing control and who can serve without needing spotlight.

The heart that has been lonely learns to value presence differently. It no longer takes attention for granted. It no longer assumes connection is automatic. It learns to cherish small gestures. It learns to listen carefully. It learns to recognize the quiet needs of others. In this way, loneliness produces a kind of spiritual eyesight. The person who has been unseen becomes the one who sees.

This is not an accident. It is how God multiplies compassion. He does not teach empathy through theory. He teaches it through experience. He allows us to feel what others feel so that we will recognize it when it appears. The wound becomes the training ground. The ache becomes the education. The waiting becomes the preparation for future belonging.

When someone says, I am tired of being lonely, they are not rejecting faith. They are expressing it. They are acknowledging a design that still longs for fulfillment. They are admitting that the soul was not meant to be self-sufficient. This admission is not shameful. It is honest. God does not rebuke it. He responds to it.

Throughout Scripture, God responds to lonely hearts by forming community, but often slowly. He brings people together in unexpected ways. He connects lives through shared weakness rather than shared success. He unites those who have suffered in similar ways. These connections are not always immediate, but they are meaningful. They are not always loud, but they are deep.

In the meantime, loneliness becomes the space where the heart learns to receive God’s love without intermediaries. It learns to rest without distraction. It learns to listen without interruption. This kind of intimacy cannot be rushed. It must be cultivated in stillness. And stillness often feels like loneliness before it feels like peace.

There is a difference between being alone and being empty. The unseen heart is not empty. It is full of longing. Longing is not the absence of love. It is the movement toward it. It is the soul leaning forward. It is hope in motion. Despair sits still. Longing reaches. The fact that love remains means the soul is still reaching.

God honors reaching. He does not mock it. He does not dismiss it. He meets it. Sometimes He meets it with answers. Sometimes He meets it with endurance. Sometimes He meets it with direction. Sometimes He meets it with silence that teaches trust. All of these are forms of care. They are not the care we imagine, but they are the care we need.

The prayer to be shown that God cares is answered not only through what He gives, but through what He builds. He builds patience. He builds depth. He builds courage. He builds the capacity to love in a way that is not fragile. These are slow constructions. They are not dramatic. But they are lasting.

One day, the lonely heart often discovers that it has become a safe place for others. What once felt like emptiness becomes hospitality. What once felt like lack becomes abundance. What once felt like isolation becomes understanding. This is not because loneliness was good in itself, but because God used it. He did not cause the ache, but He did not abandon it either. He transformed it.

Loneliness does not mean you are forgotten. It often means you are being prepared for something that requires depth. Shallow love can be learned anywhere. Enduring love must be learned through waiting. Surface connection can be found quickly. True companionship requires character. God does not rush what must be rooted.

And so the quiet hunger of the unseen heart continues its work. It teaches the soul to remain open. It teaches the mind to remain hopeful. It teaches the spirit to remain faithful. It teaches the person to remain loving even when love has been delayed.

This hunger is not evidence of failure. It is evidence of design. You were made to be filled, not to be numb. You were made to belong, not to be detached. You were made to love, not to withdraw. The hunger remains because the purpose remains.

The unseen heart is not ignored by God. It is observed. It is guarded. It is shaped. It is guided. The waiting is not meaningless. It is meaningful precisely because it is difficult. Easy seasons do not require faith. Hard ones refine it.

And in time, connection will come in forms you did not predict. It may not arrive as romance or applause or instant intimacy. It may arrive as friendship. It may arrive as calling. It may arrive as purpose. It may arrive as the ability to love without fear. But it will arrive.

Because God does not plant love in a heart without intention. He does not awaken longing without destination. He does not allow loneliness without redemption. The unseen heart will not remain unseen forever. The quiet hunger will not remain unanswered. The waiting will not remain empty.

Until that day, faith does not tell the lonely heart to pretend it is whole. It tells it to remain faithful. It does not demand silence. It invites prayer. It does not shame the longing. It sanctifies it.

I am tired of being lonely. I still have some love to give. Show me that You really care.

This prayer does not disappear into the air. It rises into a God who listens. A God who stays. A God who forms. A God who fulfills in time.

The quiet hunger of the unseen heart is not the end of the story. It is the beginning of a deeper one.

Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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My daughter she’s got a green plant, we bought it off IKEA; a palm like tree which looks to be shooting green fireworks when it’s sprouting it’s leaves!

I got a plant just like that when I was about her age. God knows what’d become of me otherwise.

It somehow grew with little to no sunlight into a formidable tree-like giant bush, almost touching the ceiling.

If my tree could grow into something this beautiful from such little care, think then about my daughter’s, which my wife watered already!

They think it’ll wither and die, because in my daughter’s room the blinds are always shut, But I know it won’t!!

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We launched Write.as on this day way back in 2015 — eleven years ago! To celebrate, for the next two weeks ending February 16, we're having a sale on our long-term 5-year Pro plan and iOS app.

Read more about how we got here on our blog — and for more on this discount, read on.

5-year Pro Plan

From the very start, we built Write.as with an eye toward the next decade-plus. As writers ourselves, we wanted everyone to feel comfortable knowing the words they published here would still be there tomorrow. So in 2020, we launched our 5-year plan, a steeply discounted plan that both helps sustain our small business and gives you peace of mind knowing you’ll have a place on the web for years to come.

As has become tradition at this point, we're again offering our long-term 5-year Pro plan at an even higher discount. With this, you can get everything Write.as has to offer on our Pro plan for just $180, paid once every 5 years (25% off our normal price). This is also available to current and past 5-year subscribers who want to renew their long-lasting subscription.

Besides our normal Pro features, our 5-year plan comes with up to 10 blogs (instead of the usual 3), plus extra Write.as invites for friends and family, and bonuses like a chance to join office hours with our founder, Matt.

Grab this discount before Monday, February 16th at 11:59pm Eastern, when our sale ends — see our five-year subscription page to subscribe, restart, or switch from another Pro plan.

WriteFreely for iOS

During this sale, you can also get 33% off our WriteFreely iOS app! It's just $7.99, paid once, to install on your Apple devices today and get all future updates.

This app works with the open source platform behind Write.as, called WriteFreely. That means you can use it to publish to any WriteFreely community, including your Write.as account!

Purchase the app on the App Store during the sale to grab this special discount.

It's been incredible growing, evolving, and creating a writing space for everyone over the last decade. We can't thank you enough for pouring out your words, and choosing to do that here on Write.as.

We're excited to keep growing alongside you, and to see what we all write over the next decade! 🎉

#WriteAs #WriteFreely #sale #discount #Deals

Today, February 2, marks 11 years since we officially launched Write.as! What started as a minimal, anonymous article publishing platform in 2015 has since grown into an ecosystem of apps, a community of writers, and an open source platform called WriteFreely powering it all.

To celebrate, for the next two weeks ending February 16th, we're having a sale on our long-term, 5-year Pro plan, and iOS app. You can read all about it on our Write.as Deals newsletter.

In the beginning

When we launched Write.as in 2015, the internet was quite a different place. Our founder, Matt, saw some of the issues of the time, and wanted to build a product that directly addressed them, with digital privacy at the forefront.

At the time, the world was still hearing news of mass surveillance by intelligence agencies around the world, combined with what we already knew about the dominant tech business model that has since only continued to metastasize, summed up in a then-new term called “[surveillance capitalism](https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstractid=2594754)_.”

On top of that, we recognized the cycle that cheap, free-flowing venture capital perpetuated, as helpful products sprouted up with all cash and no business model, only to go away once the money ran out. Over and over, people would connect and create on these new apps and platforms, only to see them close down without much notice.

We wanted to do things differently: encouraging free expression by protecting privacy, and building with an eye toward the next decade, not the next funding round.

How far we’ve come

Now 11 years later, we’ve grown to host over 600,000 users and 6.6 million posts. We’ve helped non-bloggers start blogging, and writers find new community and readers to share their work with.

We’ve released our source code, so anyone can host their own individual blog or entire writing community, where they have choice and control over their data and how the app runs. We were one of the first platforms to bring long-form writing to the modern open social web (the “fediverse” as powered by ActivityPub), and have since grown with it over the years. There are now hundreds of independent blogs and communities running on WriteFreely across the web!

In the years since launching, we’ve also inspired similar minimalist blogging platforms and anonymous publishing tools. And we’ve stuck to our original principles — that we would always remain ad- and tracking-free; that we would be funded by our customers, not venture capital; and that we would continue building the open web.

Looking ahead

So what’s next? As always, we’ll continue carefully maintaining the platform and tending to everyone publishing on Write.as. We’ll continue developing WriteFreely, so you’ll never be locked in with us, and can host your data where you please.

We’ll also continue developing new features where they make sense. Some are planned that will help more people interact with your blogs from across the open web, and we have plenty of small quality-of-life fixes we hope to get out soon.

As always, we’re honored to be the platform of choice for so many writers around the world, and to be trusted with your words. If you haven’t subscribed to our 5-year Pro plan yet, be sure to do that while our sale is going on. Otherwise, we’re proud to be a success story for building sustainable, open and long-term products for the web, and we look forward to doing it for many, many more years to come!

As always, thank you so much for writing with us.

#anniversary

(this is just pure haterade. there’s no valuable analysis going on here, if you liked metroid prime 4, ok! neat. carry on)

it turns out that the only thing worse than chasing a trend that doesn’t really mesh with your franchise is to abandon chasing the trend so late in in development that you end up panicking your way into creating something that meshes even less well.

metroid prime 4 is a total failure on every level except for two:

1. the art design is genuinely wonderful, when it’s allowed to be (i.e. when it’s not being applied to the most boring desert in all of video games)

2. the UI and gameplay mechanics are generally rock-solid, which makes sense considering they’re essentially identical to every other game in this series

otherwise, everything about this game that’s unique or an attempted progression on the prior entries in the series is bad.

the motorcycle is the loudest failure because it’s an open and constant admission of so many other failures. you use it to travel between the actual levels, across a barren and bland desert, occasionally crashing into some green rocks because it’s the closest thing to interaction you’ve had to do outside of holding right-trigger for a couple of minutes. it achieves the aim of a loading-screen elevator, but less efficiently and with more time for you to gawk at the sheer hours of wasted effort until even the gawking feels repetitive.

the other thing the bike does is open doors via abysmally slow stock animations involving a lot of gears and slowly rising platforms. thrilling.

the game’s new set of abilities (sorry, PSYCHIC POWERS) are either cribbed from previous games (but now it’s a PSYCHIC spider ball!) and/or utilized entirely for tedious puzzle-solving and combat. I liked the guided-shot okay until the third time I had to fight the mini-boss that requires you hit three orbiting drones through a wave of other orbiting drones several times in succession in order to be able to do any damage, which puts a lot of strain on the floaty flight controls and camera that they aren’t refined enough to handle.

the story has a theoretically interesting angle (you’re explicitly doing archaeology, the alien species asking for your help is long dead) except it’s just a variation on a thing every metroid game is doing, and the execution here is remarkably bland and over-reliant on the samus-as-holy-savior stuff that always feels like a bummer when it comes up too much in any given metroid.

but also we have NPCs!

oh christ the NPCs. nothing tells you how fucked this game’s development was than the moments when mackenzie won’t shut the fuck up about how you need to get to the lava world now that you have the lava wheels on your bike, multiple times, as you drive your bike in a straight line directly towards the lava world. thank you video game for repeatedly yelling at me about your own failures of level and world design.

metroid prime 4 is the most scared game I’ve played in a while. the game is absolutely terrified that you’re going to feel potentially lost, miss a turn, stop doing the next thing on the checklist (there’s only the one checklist). your shithead NPC companion will never leave you alone. he’s not physically present as much as the opening moments might make you fear, but he’s still always barking at you.

when he isn’t, it’s because the game has you going down a straight corridor towards another straight corridor, and so it can breathe a sigh of relief knowing you won’t have any dangerous pretensions about choice or exploration.

the favored level design here is “walk through a linear series of rooms while the lights are off, get to the place where you turn the lights on, then walk backwards through that same linear series of rooms, but now the lights are on and probably some bad guys woke up!” the game puts a dot on your minimap when you enter a zone that shows you where the area boss fight’s gonna happen, and then there is virtually no need to ever open your map again because there is no branching or maze-like behavior at all (except in very short bursts that always, always wind back on themselves in the simplest possible fashion).

going back to the NPCs for my last big complaint: all these idiots talking to samus makes the decision to have samus be mute extremely weird. it’s not weird in, say, metroid prime 1 or super metroid, because in those cases samus is exploring a hostile alien world by herself and has no need to be talking to anyone. in a game where she is interacting with someone a lot — metroid fusion — it’s also fine because she does talk because samus isn’t a fucking mime, she’s not doomguy, she’s just a bounty hunter who usually operates solo!

if you didn’t want to give her a voice actress and risk people being annoying about it or comparing it too directly to other m, there’s a simple enough solution there: get rid of the fucking NPCs, or at least avoid having them do stock-video-game conversations about where the objective is and what it looks like. having samus do mario-RPG-ass pantomime in these sequences is absurd and does the opposite of what metroid games usually do, which is use her relative silence as a way to reduce the friction between player and situation.

that this game doesn’t suck to play on a moment-to-moment level only exacerbates its failures, to my mind. the scaffolding for even a “pretty good” game was already here, it’s called the metroid prime trilogy, you get zero points for that stuff still being here and you certainly don’t get points for the stuff you tried to add. so if we’re doing the math, that’s going to be zero points overall. congratulations.

(I think the new suit sucks too, but now we’re just being petty. wouldn’t want to be petty)

Nothing very special about this, I just kept forgetting exactly what the ingredients were so I wrote them down.

Ingredients

• 1 C Water
• ¼ C soy sauce
• 5 tsp packed brown sugar
• ½ tsp ground ginger
• ¼ tsp garlic powder

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• 2 Tbsp corn starch
• ¼ C cold water

Directions

• Mix first set of ingredients together in a sauce-pan and put over medium heat. Heat to just short of a boil.
• Mix corn starch and cold water together in a cup, and stir until dissolved.
• Add corn starch mixture to pan, and cook until thickened, about 5-7 minutes.

#recipe #sauce

Quick and easy, and I usually have all the ingredients on-hand in case I need to “use up” some leftover rice (which I almost always have after making a meal that includes rice, because I make a big batch so I have leftovers).

Ingredients

• 3-4 Cups cooked rice
• 1½ Cup milk (or 1 14oz can lite Coconut milk)
• 1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk (sweetened condensed coconut milk works)
• 1 tsp vanilla extract
• 1 egg (you really only need the yolk, but what do you do with one egg white at that point?)

Directions

• Rice, milk, and sweetened condensed milk all go in a pan on low heat.
• While that warms, beat the egg and vanilla and set aside.
• Stir rice and milk frequently.
• When milk comes to a simmer, spoon about ¼ cup of milk into the egg, whisking continually until mixed, then pour back into the pan, stirring until it's all mixed.
• Lower heat and stir for another 5-10 minutes until pudding is almost as thick as you'd like. It will thicken more as it cools.
• Serve hot. Or cool. Or cold.

Notes

• If you don't eat it all immediately, you can also take leftover cold rice pudding, shape it into patties, coat it with batter, and pan-fry it to have delicious fried treats.

#recipe #dessert #rice

As writers, we collect, save, and apply information. So much so, we end up with physical and online clutter. Bookmarks are a great example.

If I go by Pareto principle (correct me if I’m wrong), about 20% of all the websites I save are the ones I go to all the time. And about 80% are those I’ve been there once and never come back. I’m a pack rat and deleting unused bookmarks can be painful.

I can’t believe how many bookmarks I’ve saved throughout the years. Many have broken links and there are websites I wonder why I saved them in the first place. I might as well take screenshots of the information on my phone and go back to them when I need them.

Anyway, I feel so much better deleting all the bookmarks I don’t need. One less thing to worry about (until I start collecting more).

#bookmark #cleaning

Ingredients

• 1 Box dairy-free yellow cake mix (Duncan Hines, for example) plus the ingredients it calls for.

Streusel Ingredients

• ½ Cup cold vegan butter (I prefer coconut-oil based for desserts)
• 1⅓ Cup general-purpose flour
• ½ Cup white sugar

Rhubarb Ingredients

• 2 Pounds (6 cups) chopped rhubarb (½ inch long pieces)
• ⅓ Cup white sugar

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Directions

• Preheat oven to 350F.
• Wash and chop rhubarb. Put in a large bowl and sprinkle with sugar. Let it sit while you prep everything else.
• Mix cake batter according to instructions, but prepare a second pan. This will make two 8” square cakes very easily.
• Mix streusel ingredients with a fork until crumbly.
• Pour cake batter into pans.
• Drain any liquid from the rhubarb (save it for something else!) and put rhubarb on top of batter.
• Sprinkle streusel over the rhubarb.
• Bake cakes for 3-5 minutes longer than the cake mix box calls for, until streusel is golden-brown and delicious.
• Let cake cool.
• Enjoy!

#recipe #dessert #rhubarb

Ingredients

• 2 pounds rhubarb (5-6C), chopped
• 1 C sugar (or a little less)
• 1 pint (500ml) heavy cream
• 1 box yellow cake mix, made to directions

Directions

• Make cake mix and put it in cake pan
• Mix rhubarb and sugar well
• Pour rhubarb mix over cake
• Pour cream over top
• Bake 45-60 minutes at 350F (longer if the rhubarb is frozen)

Notes

• A 9x13 inch cake pan works. Smaller and you might have to make two cakes.
• The time is highly variable. I had two different ovens, both with accurate thermostats, one of which finished this cake in 45 minutes very reliably, the other of which always took longer (55-60 minutes). No idea why.

#recipes #dessert #rhubarb

This is one of my “pre-mise en place” recipes. Earlier in life, I didn't generally prep ingredients ahead of time, but rather prepped each as it was needed. This will work with some recipes (like this one), but in general, leads to chaos in the kitchen.

Ingredients

• 1 Tbsp bacon grease
• ½ sweet onion, diced
• 1 large carrot, cut into coins (5-6mm, ¼ inch thick)
• 2 medium yellow or red potatoes, cubed
• 1 large Granny Smith apple, peeled, cored, and cubed
• 2 pork chops, 12-18mm, ½-¾ inch thick
• salt and pepper to taste
• ½ cup apple juice
• 1 tsp Chinese five-spice
• 1 tsp Wondra flour

Directions

• Begin heating a cast-iron skillet to sauté temperature with bacon grease in it.
• Dice the onion, and toss it in.
• Slice the carrot into coins, toss them into the skillet and stir.
• Cube a couple spuds. In they go. Stir.
• Peel, core, and cube a large Granny Smith apple. Into the pan. Stir.
• Unwrap and pat the pork-chops dry. Lightly season with salt and pepper.
• Move vegetables to the edges of the pan, and put in the pork chops.
• Put the veg on top of the chops.
• Add apple juice.
• Lid the skillet and lower the heat. Let simmer for 6 minutes.
• Flip the pork-chops, add five-spice
• Move veg back on top of chops, lid again. Simmer for 3-7 minutes, until meat is still just pink in the center.
• Pull meat and veg from the pan, and make a pan-gravy with the juice using 1 tsp of Wondra flour.
• Serve and enjoy!

Feeds: 2

Note that you can put the skillet on a grill if you want to cook this for tailgating. In that case, it's probably better to prep all the ingredients ahead of time.

#recipe #mains #pork