It's songs with no music, like poems written by kids. It's erratic rhymes from a distracted mind. It's a series of stories that mean something. I hope they'll mean something to you.
welcome to child of weakness, a creative platform by matt kent
here you'll find a variety of creative projects that i've been working on. here are a couple of them:
boasting in weakness
a writing project that functions as a confession of both my sins and weaknesses as i strive to live in the light.
few choice words
a quarterly supper club concept where we host guests in our home for a night of physical emotional sustenance and social justice.
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A FEW STORIES FROM BOASTING IN WEAKNESS
FROM BOASTING IN WEAKNESS
when distraction and dreaming create spaces to hide from the mundane, terrifying, and painful realities of life and the dangers of finding too much comfort in that place | read the story
Too woke to be silent.
Too comfortable to fight.
Complicit in the violence.
All talk no bite.
FROM BOASTING IN WEAKNESS
after 25 years of quiet struggle and enablement, I was freed from the shameful hold of my addiction by grace from God and the support of my wife | read the story
FROM BOASTING IN WEAKNESS
while walking through the valley for months, I couldn't see the depression that subdued my emotions and that I desperately needed to process | read the story
A FEW STORIES FROM ALL STORIES
a reflection on the negative feelings that I feel toward our nation's flag as a direct result of the way far right culture has put it on their alter and made it their banner | read the story
recognizing the wonder in those miraculous moments when time seems fluid you've already seen what happens next | read the story
written following the killings of Breonna Taylor and George Floyd, during a period of hostility toward immigrants and ongoing indifference toward those who were here before us | read the story
America won
and traitor rebels lost, yet
you still fly their flag
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