There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

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.

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

For Me, Writing Is An Experience. It's An Exercise In Which I Want To Discover Myself By Taking My Characters To The Edges Of Human Experience, To The Edges Of Themselves And Then, Asking Certain Questions - About Love, What Does It Mean To Love? What's Beauty? What Is True Beauty?

Sin Thrives In The Dungeon, But Slap It On The Table For All To See, And It Withers Rather Quickly.

Pain Or Perspective, That's The Choice.' . . . You Choose Pain - You Choose To Fight It, Deny It, Bury It - Then Yes, The Choice Is Always Hard. But You Choose Perspective - Embrace Your History, Give It Credit For The Better Person It Can Make You, Scars And All - The Choice Gets Easier Every Time.