I Think Everything We Do,

My Writing Is A Very Authentic Journey Of Discovery. I'm Going Out There To Learn Who I Am. My Readers, Consequently, Take The Same Journey As My Protagonist.

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.

Perfect, That's Our Plan Then. But You'll Have To Give Up Being A Priest First. I Wouldn't Want To Just Sit Around Whispering And Sipping Hot Chocolate.

Turn To The Light. Don't Fear The Shadow It Creates.

He Was As Needy As She Was. Alvin Finch Only Wanted To Be Needed. Loved. And Absent Of Either, He Resorted To Deflecting His Pain By Killing. Just Like A Teenager Might Resort To Deflecting The Pain Of Rejection By Cutting. People Did A Lot Of Crazy Things To Be Wanted.