Scripture with teeth. Mercy with callouses. Sanctuary for the ones who won’t fit in pews.

I’m Tin — tattooed, trauma-tempered, equal parts pit and pulpit. I don’t sell enlightenment. I sweep up after the fight, stitch what’s bleeding, and point at whatever light still makes it through.

This site is a digital sanctuary for the seekers, the strange, and the scarred. Countercultural spirituality, punk-rock sermonics, field notes from the margins — written between diaper changes and dance floors. I don’t write to be liked. I write to keep us alive.

Why this exists

Because the system dresses up power as holiness. Because the poor and the queer keep getting used as props. Because mercy beats performance, every time.

Who this is for

• The queer or questioning kid who still prays in secret.

• The exvangelical who loves Jesus but side-eyes the brand.

• The night-shift saint keeping people safe and trying to stay human.

• Parents, punks, and pilgrims who want truth without the guilt trip.

What you’ll find here

• Holy Defiance — prophets vs. empire; conscience over compliance.

• Gospel of Grit — mercy > optics, presence > perfection.

• Women of Fire — matriarchs and misfits the footnotes couldn’t hold.

• Queer-affirming Readings — unapologetic, textual, and tender.

• Field Notes — memoir shards, club nights, Watchtower weather.

• Sermons & Liturgies — street-level prayers you can actually use.