Living Is About Clucking Your Tongue And

The World Didn’t Like To Look At The Dark Underside Very Often. But That Didn’t Change The Ugliness; It Only Ensured That Those Who Perpetuated The Ugliness Were Left Alone To Kill And Maim And Rape.

You Should Know Something, Miriam.... God Changed Our Futures Yesterday. There's No Other Explanation For What Happened. And It Wasn't The First God. If You Ever Need Hlep, You Might Want To Try The Second God.

And He Wants You To Keep That At The Front Of Your Mind? He Wants You To Stay Focused On The Darkest Seasons Of Your Life? How Could That Possibly Do Any Good?' . . . He Wants You To Remember Who Delivered You From That Time. That's The Point Of Holding On To Memory: Delivery, Not Darkness.

We Christian Writers Must Paint Evil With The Blackest Of Brushes, Not To Sow Fear, But To Call Out The Monsters To Be Scattered By Our Light. If Satan Cloaks Himself As An Angel Of White, Intent On Deceiving The World, Any Attempt On Our Parts To Minimize Evil Is Only Complicit With His Strategy... Turn To The Light; Don’t Fear The Shadows It Creates.

That’s It?” Jason Asked. “you Spent An Hour Talking About How Lucky You Were To Be Dying?” No, Not Dying, Son. Living.