Sin thrives in the dungeon, but slap it on the table for all to see, and it withers rather quickly.

God is obviouslt God, and Heaven obviously exsists, and every word spoken here on earth turns heads up there.

Sin thrives in the dungeon, but slap it on the table for all to see, and it withers rather quickly.

What matters is discovering myself under the veneer, under the layers that are wrapped around me. There are two 'yous'; there's 'you', the real you, and then there's the image.

Turn to the light. Don't fear the shadow it creates.

It is critical that writers who embrace the light of Christ's redemptive love characterize the darkness arrayed against us in a way that is consistent with its true nature.

Evil was predictable, always painfully expected.