Now is not the time and this is not the place to delve into the details of all that represents, but suffice it to say, my writing gig was moved to the back burner and placed on hold.
This website is the result of a New Year's commitment I made to throw myself back into the discipline of writing. The following is an excerpt from one of the projects I'm working on. It's a little different than the other material I've published. It's a spiritual thriller called: The Cover of Darkness.
The Cover of Darkness
(Excerpt)
It crept into our land under the cover of darkness and opened a portal to another world. Evil was unleashed; the evidence was everywhere. First, a terrible sickness attacked the young and elderly. Unable to diagnose the disease doctors called it a plague and treated the symptoms.
The night Amy Tucker died a few friends sat with her parents during the long hours of her passing. Like the others, Amy's fever was high and her bleeding was internal. Her young body was left swollen and bruised. In the end, blood began seeping through the very pores of her skin. It was an ugly thing to watch-one called it bloody mess.
Then weather patterns changed. Winter came early and lingered with heavy snows and bitter cold. Summer brought no relief. Days were hot, but the sun was hidden by dark gray clouds which offered no rain. Crops failed; the earth appeared scorched. Water became a precious commodity.
In Harborton things were worse. The trials had started with a few people being charged with witchcraft. Those found guilty were sentenced to death in the name of God. The fortunate ones went to the gallows; others were burned at the stake. In such times people are looking for someone, or something to blame. I once believed spiritual matters were a product of superstition. I thought church was a crutch for the weak and pious people of this world, but when I saw the goodness of a few saints I was forced to look at the world through a different lens.
These were people who truly lived for a higher purpose and surrendered themselves to the providence of The Most High. They poured their lives into others and walked out the paradoxes of The New Testament. In the process of learning their ways my stony heart began to soften. I learned the difference between the folly of religion and the beauty faith. The one has more to do with man and the other is all about God.
I also looked upon a dark presence and learned that as goodness flows from the heart of God, evil also has a source. Before the rebellion he was called Son of the Morning, but now he’s called The Dragon, The Serpent, The Deceiver of the Brethren, Beelzebub, and Satan. His purpose is to sew destruction and he’s mastered the craft. His greatest allies are unbelief and dead religion...
The night Amy Tucker died a few friends sat with her parents during the long hours of her passing. Like the others, Amy's fever was high and her bleeding was internal. Her young body was left swollen and bruised. In the end, blood began seeping through the very pores of her skin. It was an ugly thing to watch-one called it bloody mess.
Then weather patterns changed. Winter came early and lingered with heavy snows and bitter cold. Summer brought no relief. Days were hot, but the sun was hidden by dark gray clouds which offered no rain. Crops failed; the earth appeared scorched. Water became a precious commodity.
In Harborton things were worse. The trials had started with a few people being charged with witchcraft. Those found guilty were sentenced to death in the name of God. The fortunate ones went to the gallows; others were burned at the stake. In such times people are looking for someone, or something to blame. I once believed spiritual matters were a product of superstition. I thought church was a crutch for the weak and pious people of this world, but when I saw the goodness of a few saints I was forced to look at the world through a different lens.
These were people who truly lived for a higher purpose and surrendered themselves to the providence of The Most High. They poured their lives into others and walked out the paradoxes of The New Testament. In the process of learning their ways my stony heart began to soften. I learned the difference between the folly of religion and the beauty faith. The one has more to do with man and the other is all about God.
I also looked upon a dark presence and learned that as goodness flows from the heart of God, evil also has a source. Before the rebellion he was called Son of the Morning, but now he’s called The Dragon, The Serpent, The Deceiver of the Brethren, Beelzebub, and Satan. His purpose is to sew destruction and he’s mastered the craft. His greatest allies are unbelief and dead religion...
