Captian's Log 2018: Christmas 25 Dec 2018 Merry Christmas one and all. I hope your Christmas day has been full of blessings, and if not, that God has been with you nonetheless, guiding you and strengthening you…
Captian's Log 2018: Christmas Eve 24 Dec 2018 The night draws fast this Christmas Eve, and I pop onto my blog to wish you all a very merry Christmas. Tonight and tomorrow we celebrate the babe laying in…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 23 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Silently, I was escorted, a prisoner save that none had declared it, yet still I was guarded, led, was not free to…
Captian's Log 22 Dec 2018 No peels of thunder came with threats of rain, but soft trickles met the tired sun in his descent. Emboldened in the darkness of this winter, they storm with bitter…
Captian's Log Hypocrisy, Faith, Memes, and Language 21 Dec 201821 Dec 2018 Well, the man told me to write about hypocrisy. It seemed important to him as he repeated the idea throughout our conversation today. I had mentioned how I like to…
Captian's Log Cities in Orbit 20 Dec 201820 Dec 2018 The great cities have forgotten their mystery. In the airborne skyscrapers no one recalls the time before, recalls the harsh world escaped. But the dreamer dreams, and his thoughts alight:…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Standing) 19 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: A freighted panic seizes his body, and face to face, he dumbly stares into that predator’s snarl. Yet what relief: the hunter sighs to see…
Captian's Log Scribbler’s Counsel 18 Dec 2018 There was a provocative bit of graffiti I saw today, something a cut above the vulgar scribblings and meaningless images to which I have grown accustomed: It was a theological…
Captian's Log Cloudy Moon 17 Dec 201817 Dec 2018 The dark clouds rolled over the moon like a woman’s lacy garment, covering and yet not covering, inviting the eye to search the deeper mysteries. The moon was still the…
Captian's Log As in Life 16 Dec 2018 In my little corner of Hell, they’ve strapped me to an old and uncomfortable, wooden chair. The restraints have torn through my skin to the bone, and my flesh is…
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