So much of our lives are filled with questions, not answers. We struggle daily with our worldly loads -- making ends meet, mortgages and utilities, marriage or divorce, children, jobs that sap our strength and often our spirit, illness, injury, loss... And the questions pile one upon another. God's Word says that "we see through the glass darkly, but then face to face..." (I Corinthians 13:12) Our hope is based on the knowledge that, at some point, we'll finally understand all the "why's".
Someday all our questions will be answered; the puzzles assembled and seen in their entirety. The dark threads and the light ones in the tapestry of our lives will make sense at last, blending in technicolor brilliance as we finally see and understand what God has created in the weaving together of our souls. It has taken many dark threads to bring me to this point in my own life's journey. But each and every "dark thread" has caused me to view others with more compassion as they wade through their own struggles and weaknesses. The judgments doled out in my earlier years have been softened by my own inadequacies. I've seen God's grace over and over, and it IS sufficient. I've felt the sting of criticism, the weight of expectations higher than I could attain. No longer can I point fingers or lay the burden of my own "pollyanna perfection" on any other human being. God's grace IS sufficient -- for me AND for you, my dear reader.
"And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness." (II Corinthians 12:9) I've seen this over and over and can no longer judge my fellow man when I fight my own weaknesses on a daily basis. But I can point the way to the loving Lord that I serve, the Author and Finisher of my own faith. I can hold out a helping hand and help you draw just a little bit closer to the One Who gives me peace within.
God has given me a gift and a task: to spin stories, to weave tales with truth, to create parables to point to the Lord. Not all of my stories are "happily ever after", but then around 90% of life isn't that fairytale perfection either. I can only hope that my readers will see between the lines. That's where I live, where I write, where I dream --- between the lines!
Come along with me. We'll travel back in time to medieval worlds, journey by stagecoach to the American Old West, peek into Heaven's nursery, visit sleek office buildings and humble homes. We'll eavesdrop as demons plot in Satan's chambers. We'll trek north, south, east and west to visit people much like you, alot like me, flawed, struggling folks who wrestle with doubts, fears, and unbelief to reach for faith, hope, light and love.
Speculative fiction has become the "red-headed stepchild" of Christian fiction. Like rock 'n' roll music in the fifties and sixties, spec fic has been labelled as demonic, ungodly, and just plain "wrong". In the mid-seventies, a singer/songwriter named Larry Norman penned the words to his lyrics: "Why should the devil have all the good music?" Well.... I offer this parallel: Why should the devil have all the good fiction? As Christians, who better to write about angels and demons? Who better to speculate on other worlds and realms beyond our comprehension? Our God is bigger than all of them! And since He created me with this vivid imagination, why would He not want me to use it for His own purposes? Not every story will point to the light. Some will cause you to peer into the abyss of darkness, and hopefully, you will pull back in trembling, shrinking from the brink to cling to the Light-Giver. For there are warnings as well as beacons of hope in these tales. But it is my fervent prayer that you will see Lord Jesus in my words, hear the sweet call of His voice, and see the love in His eyes.
So join me --- and catch a glimpse of life through the glass darkly!
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