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I am naught but Praise unto God.
This isn’t a polished devotional, the newest dissident think piece, or manifesto qua self-help book in disguise. It’s a collection of poems, essays, and field notes written in the cracks of real life—from the same half-lit corner of the internet that hosts the dog and pony show Substack.
The Aping American is what happens when a man tries to worship Christ, love his family, kill rats, scroll less, and pray without ceasing in a collapsing empire that just wants him medicated, pacified, and ashamed of his instincts. Some pieces are prayers. Some are gut checks. Some are spiritual mutterings from a man trying not to snap in the produce aisle.
Inside are reflections on marriage, fatherhood, attention span collapse, screen-induced despair, identity confusion, and the quiet, unsellable rebellion of daily obedience.
If you’ve ever wanted to raise your kids in peace, praise God without apologizing, and maybe burn your phone in a small backyard ceremony—this might be for you.
Read it. Pass it on. Praise God anyway.
Ahead is eternity. Don’t forget today.
I am naught but Praise unto God.
This isn’t a polished devotional, the newest dissident think piece, or manifesto qua self-help book in disguise. It’s a collection of poems, essays, and field notes written in the cracks of real life—from the same half-lit corner of the internet that hosts the dog and pony show Substack.
The Aping American is what happens when a man tries to worship Christ, love his family, kill rats, scroll less, and pray without ceasing in a collapsing empire that just wants him medicated, pacified, and ashamed of his instincts. Some pieces are prayers. Some are gut checks. Some are spiritual mutterings from a man trying not to snap in the produce aisle.
Inside are reflections on marriage, fatherhood, attention span collapse, screen-induced despair, identity confusion, and the quiet, unsellable rebellion of daily obedience.
If you’ve ever wanted to raise your kids in peace, praise God without apologizing, and maybe burn your phone in a small backyard ceremony—this might be for you.
Read it. Pass it on. Praise God anyway.
Ahead is eternity. Don’t forget today.