Pouring one for my Homie

I had this entire blog written out in my head. It had all of these nice things about how much Jesus loves us, how we're part of the church not because we're perfect, but we're part of the church because we're imperfect people. All of this beautiful things to say about Christmas to hope and prove to you that I, Toan Tommy Do, may know something so valuable that I ought to write it down and share it.

Then it occurred to me, I don't know nothin'. Not a damn thing that I didn't know a year ago when I started writing this blog. I'm going to end 2013 with probably the most honest few statements I've ever thought of:

• I suck at being a 'good' Christian. Who signed me up for this? I'm not perfect, I never and can never claim to be. I don't wear a suit every Sunday to church, I use swear words when I'm angry, I have road rage and no, I don't carry the bible everywhere I go. I can't ever see myself ever falling into the stigma of the stereotypical Christian because I'm anything but stereotypical. The best news about all of this is that I don't have to be perfect because God is and damn, that's good to know.


• Church has 4 walls and has no walls, all at the same time. Church can be had at a pulpit, in the streets of NYC, at home and even alone when no one is watching. The simple matter is: Wherever love is, there are the Faithful, wherever there are the Faithful, there is the church, and wherever there is the church, there is Jesus because wherever there is love, there is Jesus; Because Jesus is love.

Merry Christmas. and Happy birthday Jesus, you my homie.


How I always remember Christmas