Dark Shadows in the City of God or, What I Saw in Mexico (excerpt)


DSC01482I’ve come across some journal writings of a young man that I know, we’ll simply call him Matthew (or Matt). Born to a successful family, he began a job in the finance field after graduating college. He felt unfulfilled in all that he was doing, so he decided to venter into Mexico. The few times he went in college were typically Spring Break trips, visiting the tourist areas of Mexico. He decided to go last year and visit what he calls “real Mexico,” the part that tourists don’t get to visit. 

His journal entries are interesting. I’m sure some of this is written creatively and even Matt might be a part of the creative fiction, but every good story must mix a bit of fiction and truth, for that is the recipe of art. Thus, I present to you his journal, fragmented though it may be.  Continue reading

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The Return Home: A Short Story


Source: NASA

He looked out the canopy of his ship, into the vast expanse before him. A trained soldier, engineered to serve the greater good, he reflected upon his mission. He saw the twinkling of billions upon billions of stars before him, knowing one of them harbored a planet for his people.

“Our planet is dying.” he remembered her saying.

“Aren’t we all dying?” he responded.

She smiled and kissed his hand. She had a way of pulling him away from his gloomy visions.

“We’re all living. Help us continue to do so.” she finally said.

He thought back to the green sunrise he experienced earlier in the year. Their star rising above the horizon, illuminating the lush jungle canopy. In the distance the mountain smoked, threatening more and more to erupt. And then it did. The destruction it wrought was enough to bury the village and cover the distant city of Capeton with soot, providing further proof that the planet was slowly decaying.

In all their years of space exploration, they had harvested planets, never intending to colonize any of them. At first, their laws forbid colonization, as it would inherently impact the ecosystem of any planet they encountered. Then they allowed exploration and the commodification of entire planets. Colonization was forbidden not because it would destroy a planet, but because it would prevent its exploitation. Man’s appetite was insatiable. The sweet irony was that they now needed a habitable planet to escape theirs, and they could not find one.

He was selected along with twenty other soldiers to head out into the darkness of the beyond, to find a planet and return with hope. They endured training, genetic engineering, biological implants, and years away from loved ones. His mission was to head to sector 4591, send out probes, and hope for the best.

He pressed his display and saw a holovid of her pop up, smiling and blowing him a kiss. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and a lump developed in his throat. He thought of how he missed her and how he might never see her. Six years he’d been on this mission, and in six years the probes had found nothing.

He quietly ate his meal, allowing the hum of the ship to be the only noise made. He had long given up trying to listen to music, as it meant nothing to him any more. He wondered what she endured, if she was afraid, if she cursed him for not being there to protect her. His thoughts began to consume him and forced him to become angry at his situation. He threw his plate at the wall, the leftovers splattering over the ground.

How could he have known his second mission? How could he have known the truth, a truth hidden from everyone? He walked his way to the airlock again, contemplating forcing himself out into space. The death would be painful, but it would be quick. The thought of her somehow knowing, of her looking on at his suicide prevented him from opening the airlock.

He walked past the cryo-tubes, the cold and bitter reminders of what once was. Hundreds of embryos in suspended animation, prepared to develop in artificial wombs and eventually birthed into a new world. Representatives of a society long forgotten. How he hated these tubes, these mockeries of his life. These reminders of just how alone he truly was.

He slipped into bed. He watched the video of his wife once again, crying as he attempted to touch her image, his hand moving through it. He then switched videos, to the last transmission he received 5 months ago. Continue reading

On Christ’s Entry Into the World (A Poem)


IMG_0813(This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, but wanted to publish it here. I should add that a lot of it is poetic wording, such as the Trinity was not actually divided in the death of Christ. This refers to more of the existential outpouring of Christ’s death rather than any ontological consequences. Please keep that in mind while reading)

Look upon the lonely world and all its error
See how much it is fallen, so lost in despair
Some worship gods, objects made at their own hand
While others make pleasure their only demand
Look upon this fallen world and find it torn
Orphaned, murdered, alone, so depraved we kill the unborn
Some see God’s laws written down, meant to prevent this depravity
But in following this stringent code they place themselves in slavery
What hope do you have, O Sinner, in the mess in which you live?
In our fallen mess, could we dream of a God who could forgive?

It does not please God to see His creation groan
He is love, and displays His love in a way never before known
Our God we witness as He reveals He is Holy Trinity
The Father, Son, and Spirit in love from all eternity
A perfect union that cannot be undone
Distinguished in three, but being in one
The Son is God and is eternally begotten by the Father
But is one in being with God and not a wholly other
From the Father proceeds His Holy Spirit
Distinct but fully God, between them there is no split

This Holy and loving God looked upon the world
He saw the destruction into which it was hurled
In the Incarnation, the veil between God and man was torn
The I AM humbled, to a human mother He was born
Under the curse of sin His chose to live, but no sin was in Him
A perfect life He led, knowing His eventual end was so grim
The same One who had once said, “Where are you” to humanity
Now adorned Himself in their flesh, but with no pomp or vanity
He took compassion on His brothers, on His fallen children
He provided substance in a world that was spiritually barren

Ever-present that sin broke the relationship between His Father and men
He sought to create a relationship to be broken never again
He took the flogging of the Roman condemned
All for our rebellion, for Him to mend
But His pain was so much deeper than the cells of His skin
In His spirit is where He felt the brunt of our sin
Look upon the cross and see a divided Trinity
Father forsaking Son whom He had loved for all eternity
But even in this, the Father took pleasure in breaking His Son
As the spilt and forsaken blood of Christ meant our sin was undone

The Father did not leave the Son in the grave
The Spirit came and raised Christ out of the cave
In His victory all sinners took delight
As God spoke into the darkness once again, and there was light
Light for those trapped in despair and pain
Light for the hopeless to tell them their lives aren’t in vain
In His resurrection He opened the path for fellowship with God
A belief no pagan could fathom, a belief that to the Jew is odd
To be guilty before God, to be His enemy, we are the ones
But in Christ’s resurrection we are adopted as sons

Into the slum, the ghetto, and the shanty town
Rise up all ye hopeless, stand up those who are down
To the blind, look upon Christ all day long
To the deaf, listen to His beautiful song
To the lame, run with Him forever, from west to east
To the hungry, sit and rejoice with Him at His feast
To the weary and worn down, in Him find your rest
To the diseased and unwanted, collapse in His chest
For we are adopted by God and have not a bother
For in our troubles we can cry out, “Abba, Father!”

My Life as a Samaritan Woman (Guest Post)


Carolyn Williams is a guest author. To be a guest author please click here.

Carolyn Williams

I have been writing since I was a little girl.  Over my lifetime I’ve been married, given birth to three beautiful children, and divorced from a nineteen year marriage. Through all the drama and heartache, writing has helped me stay sane.  The devil has tried to ruin my life in so many ways, but I have overcome it all. God has blessed me so much and inspired me to inspire others through my gift he has blessed me with. I’m happy that I am standing strong to tell how God has taught me many lessons through my writing. I hope my writing will inspire you to stay strong, and keep pressing on for Him

Well this is a story I did not want to tell of how I use to be a Samaritan Woman. In my obedience to God I am going to share my experience God revealed to me, when I was a woman at the well.

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I Am Who God Says I Am (Guest Post)


Christina Williams

Christina Williams is a guest author. To be a guest author, please click here.

I have been writing since I was a little girl.  Over my lifetime I’ve been married, given birth to three beautiful children, and divorced from a nineteen year marriage. Through all the drama and heartache, writing has helped me stay sane.  The devil has tried to ruin my life in so many ways, but I have overcome it all. God has blessed me so much and inspired me to inspire others through my gift he has blessed me with. I’m happy that I am standing strong to tell how God has taught me many lessons through my writing. I hope my writing will inspire you to stay strong, and keep pressing on for Him

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Reflections on the Trinity – The Spirit


Who am I to be so bold as to declare to you who you are? I offer this prayer up humbly to you my Lord, knowing that you are the Alpha and Omega. You are beyond me. It is in your mystery that I find clarity. It is in your hidden nature that I find you. I take sweet rest in your grace. I am weary O Spirit, but my rest is in you.

Eternally proceeding from the Father, but uncreated, you comfort us my God. You proceed as the heat proceeds from the sun, though distinct you are unified to the Father, though uncreated you find your existence in him. Such a mystery I shall never comprehend or understand, but in my finite nature I worship you.

Never let me blaspheme you, O Spirit. Should I ever blaspheme you, may you make my thoughts and actions cease! May you restrict me like an unruly child. Should I ignore your discipline, which is your love, then may you cast me into oblivion. May I never experience your presence or find comfort in you should I rebel against you!

But in all, please show patience with me Lord. I am a sinner, lowly in heart and low in mind. I need you to guide my path and to give me the strength to follow your path. It is through you, O Spirit, that I am defied, not in my identity and being, but in all other things I become like you. What a humbling thought that you would step down from heaven to dwell with me so that I might become like you. I do not deserve this for I have soiled your name. I have cursed you in word and deed. I have been your enemy. Yet you live within me and guide me to what you desire; your love I shall never comprehend.

You are the gift given by the Word to us mere mortals. You are the strength behind the martyrs. You are the power that raised Christ from the dead. You are the one that resides within those who follow and proclaim Jesus as the Christ. It is only through you that we know anything. But you are not a force, an inanimate object that permeates all of creation. You are a person unified with the Father and Son in identity and being, a living person who thinks and feels and I worship you.

How amazing it is that I could not worship were it not for you. It is only through you that I can worship you. I am so finite and so sinful that I am not even capable of uttering your name in a worthy fashion without your power. But you do not withhold this joy from me. You do not abandon me to live a life absent of worshiping you, which is Hell. Instead, you indwell me and open my mind. You enlighten me in every aspect of my being to prepare me to worship you and to wholly worship you. Such a beautiful mystery.

Christ called you the Comforter, the one who would walk with us and dwell within us in our darkest moments. What glory there is in such a thought! To know that there is no pain too great that you cannot overcome it, for what is our temporary pain in comparison to the infinite God of the universe? There is no sadness that can quench the joy you instill in us. There is no harm that can capture the soul that belongs to you.

You have been breathed into man twice, at our creation and at our re-creation. When created you are the one who crafted us into the image of God. When we are redeemed by the Word you are the one who is breathed into us again to craft us into the image of Christ, to make us holy, to make us more than we ought to be.

O Spirit, I pray that you sustain me tonight and for all the days of my life and once you have called for my mortal life to end that you will embrace my soul and bring me to your bosom. I pray that you will welcome me as a faithful servant and not a rebellious child. Continue to live within my life so that I may disappear and you may appear. Have mercy upon me O Spirit, a sinner.

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