death

  • Antichrist pt. 2

    The truth of the Antichrist 2 Whether you see him or not he will be and is real. The Antichrist is not just a myth or spirit;  not just a vague “evil energy” floating through the air: He is a man. A real, breathing, walking, talking human being, crafted by the same kind of clay… Read more

  • I was asked today to make things simple rather than how I most often write or talk… so here’s a fully regular writing that touches home for me…. for 9 reasons…. I’ve thought about this a lot, probably more than I’d like to admit. You lose somebody, or you get close to losing somebody, and… Read more

  • Truth be told

    It’s difficult at times for me to realize that people, even ministers don’t know what the patibulum or stipe or titulus are. It baffles my thinking to know that the truth of the crucifixion hasn’t been studied, especially now with all the easily available accesses to information ……. Without the cross, we’d all be in… Read more

  • The rich man and Lazarus is one of the most solemn and revealing passages Jesus ever spoke about, and taught,as seen in Luke 16:19–31It shows not only the literal, physical reality of eternity but also the heart of God’s justice and mercy. Many lessons are hidden within its seemingly simple story , yet every phrase… Read more

  • Death!

    When I think about death, I don’t imagine it as a sudden end, I imagine it as something familiar such as a quiet presence that steps forward when I am ready, not when I am afraid; It will come like an old friend who knows my voice, who has walked beside me in every moment… Read more

  • I watched, painfully

    I sat and watched you draw your last breath, Dear Mother -A fragile whisper lost in a fading glow, 5 months and 7 days later with daddy’s hand in mine, I faced his death, in silent anguish, in tears and screams of anger. my heart laid bare by your deaths, now  in woe that is… Read more

  • not cold at all

    Life ends, and you are here, on the mortician’s table, a quiet witness to the journey’s close, not lonely, not cold Rather, a sanctuary of care, where the breaths of the living hush into reverence; We gather, a unity of hands, young and old, each fingertip a thread of warmth, each heartbeat a whisper As… Read more

  • Twice, do we each die!

    The first time comes when our heart ceases its rhythm, and the world carries on without our footsteps. The second death is quieter, and more painful, as it arrives when our stories stop being told.Every memory, every shared laughter, every moment of reflection becomes a bridge between our existence and eternity. Stories are the echoes… Read more

  • Judas, Peter, and You

    When you read the Gospels, Peter and Judas can seem alike at first; both were close to Jesus, both made terrible mistakes, and both failed Him in horrible, traumatic, hurtful ways. However, when one dives beneath the surface you soon see: Their hearts couldn’t have been more different.Peter’s failure was born from being human, and… Read more

  • Sorcery and Fasting

    “And he said to them, This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer and fasting.” (Mark 9:29, Webster) First off, let me say this so everyone knows where I stand: There is no such thing other than foolishness about a ‘Daniel Fast’ or ‘miracle fasting’ or ‘fasting your way to healing’, or etc.… Read more

  • stage the urn

    The clock ticks,,each second a reminderof the charade,the performance that has grown too heavy,too worn Outside, the world around acts happy and joyful with family and home, while I stand numbed by the absurdityof my own existence,my polished and painted on grin cracking,revealing shadows beneath, as ,an urgent whisper: says “Stop,just stop.” It’s time to… Read more

  • “And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation;… Read more

  • Why, How, Who

    I was asked today how do I write, how long have I written, and why. It’s a gift, a blessing, a curse, a tool to look deep within and view the core. Hyper Empathy, affective empathy, discernment,etc, they each play a role. Writing isn’t just an act for me; it’s a release, a necessity. Every… Read more

  • ​A punishment in the form of slow agonizing transition from the world of the living to the world of the Dead. The criminal was tied tightly, hand to hand, foot to foot, and mouth to mouthto the corpse. Death didn’t come from a single strike. Instead, the prisoner died from the septic shock and gangrene… Read more

  • It is a sin, not often viewed

    The seriousness of gossip and slander within Christian life is a real, and yes it’s a sin and many times wilfully done to feed the persons need to belong or the need to feel important.My message argues, with heavy reliance on Scripture, that sins of the tongue, such as gossip, backbiting, and slander, are spiritually… Read more

  • Andouille

    La douleur, comme un vent froid,se glisse entre les murs de ma pensée,frappant la chair des souvenirs,les échos d’un rire perdu,un monde où la lumière ne s’épanouit plus Les émotions, ces ombres,s’accrochent à mes pas,comme des racines tordues,s’enfonçant dans le sol,me tirant vers un abîme Le cœur, ce prisonnier,battant sans but,tandis que les jours se… Read more

  • anyone out there?

    I.In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight I am unable to offsetII.You both were my compasses, the nurturing hands, the love, the life, the lighthouse in each storms. now with each breath only the sounds of  ghosts whispering of… Read more

  • Weeping? for?

    Today, I weep,then sleep,then weep againlike that lost sock from the laundry as I sit alone; the weight of the world sits deep within my emotions I reach for the remote yet the TV screen feels like a cruel joke, laughter without warmth,voices from other lives, all pretend I try to hold on,but the walls… Read more

  • Happy Valentines day 2026

    Year number 11 is here as I cradle a card,the embossed letters,faded, empty frames without your faces,smiling ghosts,haunting my thoughts Tied by barbed wire to a post, a single rose wilts, it’s secrets and memories I’ll never  share, for people now are too dense to truly grasp love and joy Today in my heart beneath… Read more

  • windmills and tornados

    I watched ,from the shadows of a room, her performance and dance was to die for, to believe: yet it became a feast for wolves dressed in wool Each face a mask painted with smiles,but beneath the surface,the lies like pecan tree roots twisting through the soil of my desire to be loved, simply loved… Read more

  • Why, How, Reason?

    How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied: Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety… Read more

  • what am I

    what am I, why do I hold love with nowhere to go In a landscape stripped bare,roots claw at the earth; Here, it grows,seeking truth in the silence, a prayer,for love with nowhere to go, my wandering spirit in a desert of desolation hungry for the rain,for a promise forgotten, fragments of joy hover,like moths… Read more

  • eye glasses

    Taking a normal pair of eyeglasses out of their case, putting them back in, then even slowly pulling them out; it’s much like the emotions of abuse The case represents shelter and safety, while removing the glasses means stepping into a world where it once was destroyed but in truth they can be useful, helping… Read more

  • Ήταν αληθινό

    the life clock ticks moment by moment an agonizing reminder of loss; faith slipping through my fingers like dust washed from gold by hydrogen cyanide My forgotten prayers all blurred, my guts are wrenched pleading for resurrection from the death I call life, and the light that never comes Outside, the horror of east coast… Read more

  • it is very real

    Below are common C-PTSD markers, especially as they appear after long-term narcissistic or relational abuse. 1. Emotional DysregulationDifficulty returning to baseline after stress.Sudden anger, irritation, or rage (often followed by shame)Emotional numbness or shutdownFeeling “too much” or “nothing at all”Overwhelm from relatively small triggers 2. Persistent HypervigilanceThe nervous system stays in threat mode.Constant scanning for… Read more