Coming Out of the World

Photo by Tri Nguyen Trong on I'm sitting at my desk, drinking lukewarm black coffee, thinking about all that God (YHWH - pronounced Yahweh or Yahuah) has shown me in the last year. It's cold outside, and the chill permeates right through the windows and walls. The weather man speculates that there may be … Continue reading Coming Out of the World


Photo by Elti Meshau on I strike the earth with fury. Mountains crumble. Darkness falls. Where am I? From where have I come? Strength is fiction. Life isn't real. Stars fill the night sky, mocking me. My prison is inescapable. My strength is weakness against the walls of this hell. My life is nothing. … Continue reading Imprisoned

The Wall – Part One

Photo by Matheus Bertelli on A quick introduction: This is the first part of a story I'm writing called, you guessed it, "The Wall." I'm just going to post it as I write it, and I'll probably put it out as one complete story when it's all done. I invite you on the journey … Continue reading The Wall – Part One

The Storm

Photo by Oleg Magni on I'm caught in a twister. I've sewn seeds of destruction. I am working. I'm getting stuff done. That's what I tell myself. Really I'm ripping up the Earth, tearing through the city, not noticing or caring about my own destructive wake. I'm am the twister. I am the storm, … Continue reading The Storm

Above the Clouds

Photo by Magda Ehlers on Home is above the clouds, where dragons roam and fairies float. Home is in the sky, where mists gather and shatter cloud-made boats. Starlight shines differently there, in the grandest sea there is. Colors flow beautifully, in that fantasy where wizards live. Home is where the stories are, and … Continue reading Above the Clouds

Jesus loves me, this I know…

Photo by Gift Habeshaw on Unsplash Writing Music (There's an audio version of this at the bottom of the page, or you can listen HERE.) I remember running as a child through the forests near my home, through fields, down dirt roads, over creeks... I was always running, climbing, biking, jumping. Always moving, except for … Continue reading Jesus loves me, this I know…

To my family, I’m sorry… (A letter from the dead to the living)

Photo by Ahmed Adly on Unsplash To my family, I'm sorry... You were right, and I'm dead now. I'm sorry for disbelieving you; for putting my own selfish desires first. You deserved better from me, and yet I just couldn't do it. Maybe I wasn't strong enough... You were there beside me, loving and encouraging … Continue reading To my family, I’m sorry… (A letter from the dead to the living)

Pride and Capsized Canoes

Photo by Matt Power on Unsplash Writing Music I had the privilege of joining a group of men in a nearby city for Godly fellowship and fitness recently. I don't think I've written on Gibborim or SOULCON here, so if you're a man and you don't know about them I highly recommend clicking on those … Continue reading Pride and Capsized Canoes

No Shame in Surrender

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash Writing Music Surrender is something I've struggled with for a long time. For my entire life I've viewed surrender as something only the losers do, and then only if they're too weak willed to die fighting. It was only shame, to me, to think of surrendering. You can probably … Continue reading No Shame in Surrender

Sober from Alcohol, Empowered by the Holy Spirit

Photo by Emmanuel Phaeton on Unsplash Writing Music I'm currently reading a book called The Spirit-Filled Life by Charles F. Stanley. In this book, Stanley spends some time going over each example in the New Testament where the idea of being filled with the Holy Spirit is spoken of. He notes that this idea found … Continue reading Sober from Alcohol, Empowered by the Holy Spirit