God is with me. Jesus is near. The Spirit is greater than my fear.
When I sit down to write a novel, I am exploring my own relationship with God, with the struggle between good and evil, my own purpose.
The light had simply and utterly destroyed the darkness.
Anything unnatural was not naturally believed. Faith, in essence, was unnatural.
Whenever you write on a subject that questions the status quo, there are bound to be many who wrestle with the issues.
Born of Black and White, Eaten with worms, I’m a Saint, a Sinner, a Siren of the Word, The Circle knows me, the rest just wanna trip on Grace Juice, Baby Showdown at midnight.
Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!
God is obviouslt God, and Heaven obviously exsists, and every word spoken here on earth turns heads up there.
Like all of my fictions, ‘Sinner’ is a mirror. Look into it and you will find yourself. What you do with what you see is your choice.
You never read Spider-Man? Accepting your true identity means understanding that you are a stranger to this world. A freak, ostracized by the very people you want to help.
The battle over flesh and blood cannot compare to the battle for the heart.
He read reports, examined evidence, and poured more reports up the chain than the Pentagon could read. Nothing short of a human sieve. But in the end he was just one small piece on this game board called war. End of story.
Grow up? Get herself straightened out? Her mind reeled from the verbal battering. No matter what she did, her father would tell her she was wrong. Worthless. Undeserving.
The pain was so deep and so raw. There were days I would have died just to forget. The problem was, I couldn’t figure out how to get her out of my mind. How do you kill that kind of pain?
She was having some difficulty piecing together exactly why she deserved to be in this place, but she wasn’t stupid enough to deny that in the end life was cruel and didn’t pay attention to what was fair.
My writing is a very authentic journey of discovery. I’m going out there to learn who I am. My readers, consequently, take the same journey as my protagonist.
The problem with any philosophical consideration is that once you open a door in your mind, you can never close it. Once you learn something, you can never convince your mind that you didn’t learn it. If you learn the world is round, you can never fit in with a world that thinks it’s flat.
All my books are very spiritual. I started out writing what was most natural to me, many years ago, which is religious, because I grew up in the jungle, the son of missionaries. I want to know, is God real? What’s a priest’s role?
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel’s Veins. And those plunged beneath that watery grave to drink of His blood will never be the same.
I always managed to get in trouble, like every kid. But I had to learn a lot of hard lessons on my own, without parents who would nurture me and guard me through that part of life, at a very young age.