One of my students and writing colleagues brought up the age-old question the other day that many Christian writers struggle with: What to do about writing swear words? I have had some professional colleagues tell me, there is NEVER an excuse for including swear words in your writing, no matter what. I know of other … More Profanity, Obscenity and Indecency
(This is a free-verse poem I discovered today, written by me not long after my mother died.) WHAT REMAINS A wooden nailbox, obviously handmade stands ready to work On the floor of my garage beside the workbench. It still displays black electrician’s tape To reinforce cracked wood and shelter hands From slivers of … More What Remains
A few days ago I was sitting in faculty meeting, where our University President Eric Anderson was talking about a session that he attended at the World Headquarters of Seventh-day Adventists in Silver Spring, Maryland. One of the items under discussion at that meeting in Maryland was a proposal to print 50 million copies of … More When Books Won’t Work
I still remember flying back from my mother’s funeral three years ago. My parents were in love for 42 years and yet were like peas and cucumbers–different as night and day. When retirement came, Dad just wanted a piece of land where he could farm and build things and hole up to read Zane Grey … More Do what you love, and #@$%^ the rest
I am finishing up the last few chapters of a three-book, four-year series entitled “The Champion.” My protagonist is a pastor who is called by God to accuse a corporation of wrong doing and thwart their efforts. In the process, he is tried and sentenced to prison as a terrorist, not once but twice. In … More Should he live? Should he die?
Douglas followed Paddy into the elevator that was guarded by two massive men in blue blazers. They stood on either side of the elevator as if they were bored, but Douglas suspected that they were a lot more alert than they appeared. Paddy pushed the elevator button marked 1, and the elevator began ascending. A … More Elijah–Chapter 2B
The long black limosine pulled up to the curb outside the east entrance and front steps of the U.S. Capital building. A young attractive woman dressed in a tightly fit business suit pushed the valet out of the way and opened the back door herself. Out stepped a young black man in a blue Brooks … More Elijah–Chapter 2A
The prison cell looked like no other in the world. It had a strange antiseptic look about it. The fluorescent lights remained on at all times, and shone brightly and cheerfully in the 10 by 12 foot cell. The cinder block walls were painted a flat white, reflecting the fluorescent light into the entire room. … More Elijah–Chapter 1B
TWELVE YEARS LATER The United States House of Representatives was about to open for a new session. The usual excitement of beginning was enhanced by the fact that there were so many new faces in Washington D.C. Even though President Walter B. Webb had been reelected in a landslide, there had been a sizeable turnover … More Elijah–Chapter 1A
“Dear Katya: “I am writing this letter in the hope that it will get to you somehow. After leaving you I was taken in a vehicle with blackened windows to an underground holding facility. I have no idea where I am, or how long they intend to hold me before taking me to trial. I … More “Elijah”–Prologue
The Great Adventure 