Tony Russell

  • The Cross: Cruel or Comforting?

    I occasionally walk the few blocks through town to go to a noon mass at the Catholic Church. It’s an old stone building sitting right in the middle of high rises, and modern structures. I am not catholic, but I love the sacred time and beautiful rituals. I look forward to arriving and seeing the…

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  • My Letter from An Atheist

    I heard a “ding ding” come from my iPad, which meant someone commented on one of my blogs. It was like a bell to a Pavlovian dog as I quickly went to read it! In case you haven’t noticed I have one very big “issue” and that is my desire to make people like me…A…

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  • Meet The Love of My Life

    I was merely 5 years old and we were on our way home from church when I announced from the back seat that I wanted to follow Jesus. I had to say it loudly, because my father had just bought a Chrysler that was the size of a bus! So the zipcode was different for…

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  • What The Hell?

    I was about to go to bed when my phone rang. At first I assumed one of my kids needed money, but then realized it was a friend. As a person surpasses the 50 year mark they stop sending late night calls to voicemail. “Hey man, how are you” he asks every single time with…

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  • Coming Out of The Closet

    I was driving home from the radio station in Seattle in 2012. I actually enjoyed the 35 minute drive up i90 through the tunnels, and across the floating bridge. I made my way up the mountain toward the beautiful Snoqualmie Valley. On this particular day I was scrolling through my iTunes, and noticed that my…

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  • How I Went from Pastor to Fitz in The Morning

    I was standing outside of Evergreen Ford in Issaquah, Washington in January of 2017. It was dark as I shivered and looked up at the snow and rain streaking in front of the huge lights, and uttered a simple prayer. It was one of those heart felt prayers of desperation. A Hail Mary if you…

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  • Where is God when Shit Happens?

    In my last blog post I told you about my father’s response to the question, “Why do you believe in God?” Despite his father being brutally murdered in 1969, my father said that he simply believed in God, because of all that He had done in his life. And before I humbly help you navigate…

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