When I first conceived the idea of a character arrested for chronocide, or the act of killing time, I was relatively new to my writing journey. I had the idea that a good idea sufficed, and the rest was a combination of craft and brutal workshopping. I didn’t realize that writing fiction was more akin to discovering one’s own Dorian Gray portrait in the attic of one’s brain. Not that I suppose everyone’s journey is like that, given the varying depths of popular and literary fiction. But my journey began with a Miranda who was too much like Alice…
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Hell is a topic I have avoided till now, mainly because of its obvious nature, or so I thought. I recently noticed that several prominent Christians disavowed their faith because of their decision that hell doesn’t exist. I find this curious since the existence of hell appears clear to me. Don’t get me wrong. I find hellfire and damnation preachers tedious. Scaring people into heaven has proven generally ineffective. Jesus mentions hell many times, which is enough for me. But the evidence of hell overwhelms me. I see it so clearly in myself, in others, and in this wonderful…
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Until recently, I had never connected my identity as a daughter of God with loving my enemy. I don’t know about anyone else, but this instruction from Jesus to love those who spitefully misuse us is painful on so many levels. After all, an enemy is one who has hurt or is currently harming us intentionally. How do we deal with that, and why would we even want to? I never thought I would end up with so many enemies. When the occasional bully surfaced as a child, I desperately wished they were friends. I saw their mistreatment of me…