Christian fiction without apology or pretense — lived, not preached.
Why Would Grief Make You Dance with Jesus? I don’t know the answer to that. But I suspect it’s similar to why tears heal. Or, perhaps it’s just backwards—that when someone “dances with Jesus” in heaven, someone here grieves a loss. But Dance with Jesus claims to take the reader from grief to … [Read more...]
The question didn’t surprise me. People ask all kinds of things. Where you get your ideas, what your favorite genre to write is, what your favorite genre to read is… So asking what kind of character is my favorite to write seemed reasonable enough. “Kids, I think.” That earned me a blank look … [Read more...]
About six months ago, I got an email. I can’t recall the exact wording, but it went something like this. Hey! I just finished A Forgotten Truth, and at the end, it said there’d be book five in 2016. But I can’t find it. Can you tell me the title?” I fired back an apologetic reply assuring him … [Read more...]
I already told you how God slapped me upside the head and taught me how to lay down my preferences and focus on Him in worship at the SoCalCWConference HERE. But that wasn’t the only way I was surprised. Amid all the hubbub, the people asking for help with this, offering encouragement for … [Read more...]
“Mom… there’s this guy at church. His name is Kevin HAVOC!!! Can you believe it? His poor wife.” “Mom! Remember Kevin Havoc? The quiet, shy guy at church? Guess what his nickname is? Mayhem! Isn’t that like calling a giant of a dude, ‘tiny?’” The day eventually came. “Hey, Mom. Kevin Havoc? … [Read more...]
He wore a Stetson. Boots. Jeans. And plaid. He had a mustache some years and a beard others. And a twang. His voice had that distinct Okie twang that always reads “home” to me. My Uncle Gene. A short man. Wiry. I always pictured Marty Robbins’ “Mr. Shorty” as being like Uncle Gene. And when I put … [Read more...]
The balmy night air blew hair about my face as I made a long loop up the short block in front of the Lighthouse. A young man smoking a cigarette approached, crossing the street as he did. So, I did what anyone would do. I greeted him. “Nice night.” “It is now—just got off work.” We … [Read more...]
