The Light Shines In The Darkness, But

The Sun Began To Set Behind Bethlehem And The Beams Were Breaking Through Some White And Gray Clouds. There Was A Slight And Beautiful Chill From The Autumn Air. I Gave Thanks For That Beautiful Day And For The Fact That The Sun Does Not Know Palestinian From Israeli, Christian From Muslim Or Jew, And Asian From American Or African, And I Asked Myself: If The Sun Shines On All Of Us As One, How Much More Does The Sun's Creator See And Love Us All As One?

Suffering Is An Oxymoron. There Is Unfathomable Peace And Satisfaction In Suffering For Christ. It Is As Though You Have Searched Endlessly For Your Purpose In Life And Now Found It In The Most Unexpected Place: In The Death Of Your Flesh. It Is Certainly A Moment Worth Of Laughter And Dance. And In The End It Is Not Suffering At All. The Apostle Paul Recommended That We Find Joy In It. Was He Mad?

What Matters Is Discovering Myself Under The Veneer, Under The Layers That Are Wrapped Around Me. There Are Two 'yous'; There's 'you', The Real You, And Then There's The Image.

When I Sit Down To Write A Novel, I Am Exploring My Own Relationship With God, With The Struggle Between Good And Evil, My Own Purpose.

All My Books Are Very Spiritual. I Started Out Writing What Was Most Natural To Me, Many Years Ago, Which Is Religious, Because I Grew Up In The Jungle, The Son Of Missionaries. I Want To Know, Is God Real? What's A Priest's Role?