Captian's Log Reflections on Reading Tozer for the First Time 17 Dec 2020 [The work under discussion is The Pursuit of God by A. W. Tozer.] I had two major impressions while reading Tozer: On the one hand, I generally agree with the…
Captian's Log Short: Known 16 Dec 2020 "There's nothing left to say, only goodbye," and with that, I walk away. I know what they're saying, I can hear them, but I'm not listening anymore. There's a strange…
Captian's Log The Day Is Gone 15 Dec 2020 After the day is gone, and the night's shadows caress the hills, I sit contemplatively in the quiet darkness. How sweet the dreams of sleep seem to me, yet I…
Captian's Log Essay on the Sabbath: A Narrow Road 14 Dec 2020 Please Read: A Narrow Road Excerpt: The Sabbath is hard to get right. I feel myself to be like Nicodemus talking to Jesus in the night: I don’t know what…
Captian's Log Reflection: Troubled Thoughts 13 Dec 2020 Please Read: Troubled Thoughts Excerpt: There is a tragic nature to Christianity that few non-Christians understand, and even among Christians, I do not always see an awareness of it: Though…
Captian's Log Rough Draft | Essay on the Sabbath 12 Dec 2020 On the seventh day, God rested, and those that die in the Lord are blessed, for they rest from their labors. From Genesis to Revelation, man has wrestled with the…
Captian's Log Poem: A Muddy Pool 11 Dec 2020 Please Read: A Muddy Pool I sit beside a little pit all filled right now with rain, and with a sigh begin to cry as life renews its pain. Within…
Captian's Log Drabble: Man vs Zombie 10 Dec 202010 Dec 2020 The problem with zombies is you can't hate them. Sure, they're destructive, evil, horrible, but they're also mindless. They just do what they do. You might as well hate the…
Captian's Log Too Tired to Blog 9 Dec 2020 Finals approach my brain is broke does that rhyme? Does this count as a rhyme? What is happening? Anyway. I've been meandering about writing a post tonight. I've got nothing.…
Captian's Log Short Story: A Game 8 Dec 2020 The gun felt hot, electric to the touch, and try as I might, in my unsteady hand, its quivering nozzle waved unsurely back and forth. But, at this distance, I…
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