The Deceptively Wicked Heart

The conscience of man is deceitful above all things.

Unsearchable by others, corrupt, abominably wicked.

A naked tree, a sorry shrub, the product of barren ground.


Would a loving God send someone to Hell?

Of all the plot formulas in literature, perhaps the most popular and enduring is that of the epic journey. The reader who follows Frodo as he walks to Rivendell or Harry Potter as he hunts down Voldemort’s horcruxes quickly becomes a participant in the journey. Sharing in the adventure and the danger of the road, the reader realizes that he has also, in the process, made a pilgrimage into his own soul.


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Benjamin Franklin wrote the familiar words about death and taxes  when he was in his 80s, proving that he still maintained a sense of humor. They were originally penned in French to Jean-Baptiste Leroy, a friend and fellow scientist.  Franklin… Read More ›