Utopian dreams

Those wingnut socialists. Those crazy Utopian authors. Those beautiful, sweet as pie Disney movies. Don’t we all want to grow up in a world like that?

I wish everybody liked me. I wish roadkill animals didn’t have to die. I avert my eyes so I don’t have to look at entrails.

I wish my kid wasn’t so much like me. I wish [insert name] could go through life without suffering.

Why does she have to be such a rebel? Why not just go with the flow?

When I grow up, I’m going to have superpowers! I’m going to transform into whatever I want to, and walk through walls, and always win at everything!

I wish my mom and dad spent more time with me.

Those damn millennials think they can have it all and never work…

I wish I could lose a little weight…

I’m not even sure I want a boyfriend. Does anybody even want me?

They shut me out of their churches. Not even God wants me.


You know, maybe if the church understood the beauty of Heaven, we would be unwilling to shut people out. We are all craving after the love of Heaven that a lot of our own members deny. May God help us realize the depth of the words we quote and the promises of Christ.


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I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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