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The most important thing to remember when someone dies.
May 04

The Most Important Thing to Remember When Someone Dies

By Steve Austin | Grief , Millennials

“O Lord, what are human beings that you regard them, or mortals that you think of them? They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.” — Psalm 144:4J.K. Rowling said that the central underlying theme of her ​Harry Potter series deals with death. Indeed, that’s pretty easy to see. One of the first […]

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Jesus was a Zombie? The Death and Resurrection of my Faith
Apr 17

Jesus was a Zombie? The Death and Resurrection of My Faith

By Steve Austin | Best of Messy Grace , faith , Messy Grace , Parenting , Religious Recovery , Spirituality , The Struggle With Church

“Until and unless Christ is experienced as a living relationship between people, the Gospel remains largely an abstraction. Until Christ is passed on personally through faithfulness and forgiveness, through concrete bonds of union, I doubt whether he is passed on by words, sermons, institutions, or ideas.”-Richard RohrBRAAAAAAAINSI don’t talk to my kids about the Bible […]

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You Can't Glue Ashes: Notes on the First Year of Grief
Feb 28

You Can’t Glue Ashes: Notes on the First Year of Grief

By Steve Austin | Best of Messy Grace , Family

“​Blind me to the faults of the other fellow, but reveal to me my own.”-Ben House, Sr.To: Ben, From: BenA few days before Valentine’s day, my first-grader was sitting at the kitchen table filling out twenty superhero cards for his friends. When he filled one out for Ben, I was a little confused. He’d never […]

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Jul 05

Suicide: One-Time Event, Lifetime of Grief

By Steve Austin | Depression , Mental Health , Recovery , Recovery from a Suicid...

I was fourteen when my Aunt Missy killed herself. It was the last day of June in Alabama when a police car pulled up to our new house, which was still under construction. I remember how hot those 2×4’s were, as they baked in the sun. Per the officer’s instructions, we loaded up in the minivan and drove down the hill to the fire station where my dad worked, so Mom could call her parents. Very few people had cell phones yet, and my Momma wasn’t one of them. I’ll never forget the way she screamed, “My sister!” as she dropped the grey receiver and it swung out and slammed back against the concrete wall, there in the lobby of Fire Station #1.

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