death

Where was God when I needed Him most?

“I look in the mirror and see the face of a man who has aged beyond his years, beaten, broken, lost…For what I am about to do, I am sorry but there is no other way…”

No God, no call, no angel, no intervention…

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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.

What is your life built on?

A wave comes in and the water crashes around you, swirling angrily at your feet, forcing you to shift your weight in order to keep from falling. Then, as the water rushes back out, sand is indiscriminately swept along with it; even from under your feet…

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.