Gritty in The Way – UNDER RECONSTRUCTION

Who I Am, Why This Exists, and Who It’s For

I’m Tin.

I’m not a preacher, but I’ve got sermons in my scars and tattoos.
I’m not a saint, but I’ve seen grace show up when no one else did.

I didn’t find God in the chaos—I found Him in the quiet.
In a church that didn’t sparkle.
In the rhythm of scriptures I didn’t understand but couldn’t stop hearing.
In the pattern of truth hiding beneath performance.
In a friend who invited me in, and another who preached with something real behind his eyes.

I didn’t walk the aisle.
I watched. I listened. I *recognized something* in the repetition, the resonance, the way my chest cracked open like a locked door finally giving way.

This site is for the ones still standing in the back of the sanctuary.
For the ones who never bought the fog machines but still believe there’s fire somewhere deeper down.
It’s where I unpack the mess—writings, rants, revelations, and the weird moments of clarity that hit like thunder in a library.

I’m building this as a testimony in real-time.
Not polished. Not pretty. But present.
There are prayers in here. And poems. And curses. And questions.
Because I don’t think faith was ever meant to be clean.

This is for the misfits who still love Jesus.
For the autistic saints. The queer believers. The trauma survivors.
For the ones who don’t fit in boxes but still carry sacredness in their bones.

If you’ve ever felt God whisper to you *after* the sermon ended, when the room was empty and the lights were off—
This might be for you.

This is **Gritty in the Way**.
A walk.
Come as you are. Stay if it helps.

What’s coming:

• Real-life testimony from the edge of faith and burnout

• Punk rock reflections wrapped in chapter and verse

• Sermons for the misfits, the addicts, the doubters, and the done-with-church-but-not-with-Christ

• A sanctuary for anyone too raw for religion but too alive to quit