Philosophical Christian

His eyelids open, a kaleidoscope of images flashes through the mind. Vivid images, that is, some convoluted… partially clear, fully...

Behold the man, lauded, and applauded--appreciated and loved, still he does not feel it. Why? He has since died long ago--his bones...

The wolves gather around this man… teeth sharp and ready to bite. One can feel their snarl and hear their prancing hunger. The air...

His head rests on the guillotine. “Off with him,” one utters. “Yeah, we do not need you here. Your kind does not belong here,” a distinct...

There is a story to tell, characters all in a play. The realization that we are by no means the hero in this story, strangely enough, we...

Introduction “He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap; he seats them with princes and has them inherit a...