First Drafts

The warrior poet emerges from the corridor of time. In his hands he carries a sword and shield for the war that will inevitably come to...

When the world hears it is too late. By then the people are already displaced, the war has broken out, the die has been cast for the...

At first you believe it has come to destroy you, to take the things you have been building with your life and turn them into ashes. You...

The story begins and ends the same. In the days between, cities are burned and blood is spilled. Armies circle our people like jackals...

To be more like Christ . . . that is the goal of most Christians, the stated goal for how we ought to live. More like Christ. But I have...

Once there were two brothers who lived in their father’s house. But in the village where they lived there was no light, only utter...

Out the door they have lined up to see him, and here he comes in chains to stand before the judge who looks down from the manufactured...

Above, the sky stretches between the horizons and holds the stars that have been looking down on us for millions of years, burning bright...

Resistance. The machine. What we see being built feels inevitable. What was promised to connect us and make our lives easier was used to...