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  • Preston Smith Invocation: why is it foolish to say there is no God?

                I stepped into the room, eager to take care of the city’s business. When I saw the name of the man giving the invocation on the agenda, I was quite surprised. The man was a known activist for the cause of atheism, and I wondered what business he had praying at a town meeting.…

  • Fusion: the teenagers

    I wish there was a way I could describe you. With a beauty so immense you’ve got me entrenched in such a deep fascination I would do anything for you And I long to once again be enveloped in this deep, double edged infatuation You are the shooting star upon which much of my hope…

  • Fusion: Year One (Shorty Short Story)

    “Mr. Purdue, Mr. Purdue, are you alright. I need you to wake up, sir!” A young man shook an older man gently, but frantically, as he feared for his life. “Sir!” his voice more elevated, “The pilot is dead and no one else knows how to fly a space ship! Sir!” Purdue pained himself to…

  • Fusion: a shorty short story for you

    Journal Entry 248 [Lunar 1, 400] It’s been 400 years since we entered the Promised Land. Today is the anniversary. We missed the apocalypse. This story has been handed down through the generations. They told us the story of our exodus from the earth and of how God saved us before we knew what was…

  • Excerpt from “Sophie Monroe”

    Excerpt from “Sophie Monroe”

    Oh what anyone who was thirsty, truly thirsty, would give for want of drop of water. For to be a slave to a parched lip seems the most devastating of subjectivities. How then, oh how much more so is the devastation of greater and more phenomenal subjectivities? The sun rises in the morning and rests…

  • The Grave Digger

                His name was Joseph, Joseph Rah. He was tried and convicted of double homicide. No one thought that he was capable of murder, but the jury found him guilty. There I stood, close to midnight, digging his grave. I remember, in the dead of the night, hearing something other than…

  • This Rain

    Rain, no matter how violent it may be, sustains life.   Simply listening to its sound against the windows of my dwelling place creates a peace from strife. And when I think about those windows, I remember that what I do, think and believe now is leading to a future that I cannot yet see.…

  • Check out my new book!

    Wednesday, I received the first copy of my new book, It’s An Every Day Thing. The book is all about discipleship. Here is the introduction:             Twenty-first century American Christianity is one of the most individualistic entities on the face of the planet. We attend meetings in the church house only to hear from God…

  • Acquisition

    “Mommy, mommy! Look what I found! Look, look, look!” A small child ran up to her mother as they were spending time together in the neighborhood park. She was holding a simple diamond necklace that reflected the radiant sunlight beautifully, almost hypnotizing its viewer. “Honey, where did you find that?” asked her mother hesitantly, “It…