In the beginning, child rearing can seem blissful and wholesome and wonderful despite the many difficulties, but, as time goes on, things change. When children are too young for understanding their cries merely signal to us that something is wrong in their world, but they don’t communicate complicated inner realities. Even at this point though, cracks may begin to form in our perfect relationship. One frustrated groan, one unspoken wish for silence at any cost, and the tectonic plates of our separate personhoods begin to diverge, or, put another way, evil seeps in between us and our beautiful, precious child…


How permission and forgiveness saved my life

me as a much younger me

CW: depression and suicidal ideation

Like many North American boys, I discovered pornography in my early teens. That morning I’d been fighting with my parents and they left for church without me. Alone in my home, frustrated and upset, I booted up our family computer and Googled the word “pornography”. The thrill of finally seeing what I’d been imagining for some time already mixed with a massive dose of adrenaline from doing something so illicit would kick off a pattern of addictive behaviour, shame, and hopelessness that would continue well into my 20s.

I grew up as a Christian in…


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In the evening…

In the small new home…

In the father’s mind…

In the way of toddlers…

In the way of fathers…

In the bedroom…

In the ears of everyone nearby…

In the heat of the moment…

In the burning of a tired mind…

In the instant the decision was made…

In the freezing of an exhausted soul…

In the flash of an instant…

In the eyes of his beloved…

In the kitchen…

In the way of men…

In the way of women…

In the child’s heart…

In the old, growing city…

In the night…

In the Darkness, Kneeling

In the darkness kneeling. Arms…


Do you ever want the world to fall apart
so you don’t have to?
Do you ever want the world to totally break down
so you don’t have to explain why you did too?


Photo by Shawn Appel on Unsplash

Let it loose
Release your rebellion
Get a tattoo
Fuck shit up.
Wow. Don’t you feel better now?
Are you more free or less?
Have you sinned or not?
That pit of magma you have
Is there for a reason,
A caused phenomenon.
How will you erupt?
You can burn down your village
Or fertilize the fields.
It’s all lava though,
So you’ve got to be careful.


Why does life have to have a purpose? I fear many people suffer much existential angst on account of feeling “purposeless”. They have been socially and culturally conditioned to feel lost and worthless without a purpose. They believe unconsciously that anything or anyone without a purpose is also without meaning.

Shouldn’t we rather begin with worth? Wouldn’t it be better to believe that your life has value because it is the product of billions of tiny chance occurrences and your only, single shot at existence? Even if you believe in an afterlife, surely your experience now is unique, and your…

JKase Writes

JKase is a lifelong resident of British Columbia, father of three, and has worked in construction and manufacturing but has his BA in Worship Arts

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