But what was possible or practical had been replaced by a far baser impulse. Hope.

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.

I think everything we do, on one level or another, as writers, most of our writing is informed by our world view.

Grow up? Get herself straightened out? Her mind reeled from the verbal battering. No matter what she did, her father would tell her she was wrong. Worthless. Undeserving.

Then as now, evil begins its courtship cloaked in light. And the heart embraces what is should flee. Forgetting it once had a true lover. Love will prove greater than lust. Sacrifice will overcome seduction. And blood will flow.

The light had simply and utterly destroyed the darkness.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.