The Light Had Simply And Utterly Destroyed

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

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.

My Research For 'adam' Affected Me Profoundly, Particularly The Research Into Evil's Underbelly. We Tend Not To Think About Evil Until It Pokes Its Head Out Of The Air About Us And Then It Tends To Scare Us Silly. As Well It Should.

The Pain Was So Deep And So Raw. There Were Days I Would Have Died Just To Forget. The Problem Was, I Couldn't Figure Out How To Get Her Out Of My Mind. How Do You Kill That Kind Of Pain?

Pain Or Perspective, That's The Choice.' . . . You Choose Pain - You Choose To Fight It, Deny It, Bury It - Then Yes, The Choice Is Always Hard. But You Choose Perspective - Embrace Your History, Give It Credit For The Better Person It Can Make You, Scars And All - The Choice Gets Easier Every Time.