Captian's Log First Thoughts | One Genocide or Another 26 Sep 2026 One of the things I find interesting about this is that it's rational; to a certain extent, even biblical. As Christians, or at least, the ruins of a Christian civilization,…
Captian's Log World Gone Mad 10 Sep 2026 I didn't know of Charlie Kirk until after. I recognized the face, but he wasn't someone I followed. I recognized his organization, and the "Change My Mind" format of his…
Captian's Log The Face in the Dream 19 Apr 202611 Apr 2026 Once upon a time, mankind awoke from a dream with a great start. Some men with tears, some with screams, others in a clouded ecstasy, one or two opened eyes…
Captian's Log The Wonderland of Atheists 9 Apr 2025 What do we mean when we speak of God? I mean, when we use the word, what are we referencing? When the atheist says that he doesn't believe, in what…
Captian's Log Religious Debate 4 Nov 2024 I dreamed recently, and in the dream, I was going, somewhat surreptitiously, to an underground fellowship of Christians. Well, metaphorically, it was underground; I was in some sort of skyscraper,…
Captian's Log Poem for Mary 6 Nov 2020 Blessed among women, mother of God:The holy messenger, he greeted thee,and at that strange hailing, you stood there awed.Fear not, Mary, for shortly you will see.And thus the angel spoke,…
Captian's Log Poem: Ancient Chimes 5 Nov 2020 The ancient chimes are echoing;they're ready to be struck.And all the time you're beckoning,you lift us from the muck. What strange and oddly creatures wewho dance below the sky,and do…
Captian's Log Poem: Imperfect Praise 24 Oct 2020 I rest, amazed to know your love,I cannot comprehend,and lay below with you abovelonging to there ascend. What thoughts of mine can fully say,what words can I here pen?Like ash…
Captian's Log Poem: To Be Titled Later 21 Sep 2020 Oops, I forgot. I didn't prepare anything for tonight. Here's a bit of a project I've been working on: I will declare that God is goodand praise His holy name.From…
Captian's Log Poem: The Comforter 28 Aug 2020 In a little grove, an old chapel, weathered and leaning . . . In a quiet hour, a man, kneeling, praying . . . In a deserted street, a soul…