HeyJaredTraveling Well
The pilgrimage of an old hippie who loves Jesus and is off to see the world. On a budget.
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On pond scum… (opens the original)
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The weather turned in Raleigh today and everyone is happy. The breeze is refreshing this morning, the humidity perfect, and the sun is shining brightly behind the sound of crows who are apparently pissed off about something. It’s not the weather.As I sit here, I’m thinking about the South and my relationship with it. I’m a Southerner. I was born and raised in Atlanta, which is a highly diverse, multicultural city. To understand that all you need to do is drive up Buford Highway and try to read t
Year two. Week one. (opens the original)
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I’m struggling a bit with the man who crawled out of the wreckage of the former life. I am different. I’m not sure transformed is the right word. Perhaps purified.I’m lean now, in every conceivable way. I’m tired and haggard today. But I don’t have the luxury of dropping dead. I have something to do. Something that is important. Something that matters. I have felt this all of my life.I am convinced of it now.There will be a moment when my voice will be used, not for glory or fame, but to reassur
Dream Girl (opens the original)
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https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=qc3v3BMxBK4&si=ppVl4kIw0AfKZirQI wrote Dream Girl on March 3rd, 2025. I was driving along Route 21 heading into Austin TX. It was afternoon.The speed limit was 75. Bertha and I were cruising at 60. The song hit me, and I pulled off at a picnic table where I sat and wrote it down in my notebook. Then made a rough recording on my phone and pushed on.Hours of driving in silence gives you a lot of time to think and a lot of space to turn your brain off. I had a lot
The Kid on the Couch (opens the original)
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The kid on the couch is sixteen years old. A few weeks before the photo was taken, he had been moving a piano in the chorus room. The wheels locked and the piano fell over backwards. The kid tried to catch it. It landed on his fingers, crushing the tips of the index and ring finger on his left hand. His friend, Mike, lifted the piano off of him in an act of adrenaline-fueled panic.Then, the pain hit. Followed by the sick realization that playing guitar was going to be impossible. For a while.My
One Way…. (opens the original)
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Post Church Jesus Follower. I think I like it.For all of my friends out there who believe I have lost my way, don’t worry. I am great. It turns out that when you set aside the presuppositions that were embedded into your psyche from birth and begin asking different questions, you discover a broader, brighter world.I am tired of Christian pessimism. Everybody is wrong. But us. Everyone is going to burn eternally in a fiery hell. But us. The planet is going to be reduced to ashes and everything on
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