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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part V)
Part V: Evening’s Rest and Rebirth My thoughts are interrupted by a strange and benevolent voice. “Why are you troubled?” the physician asks tenderly. I find little courage to answer for obviously…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part IV)
Part IV: The Gloaming Each step becomes heavier than the last. The setting of the sun begins in earnest, seemingly outpacing my efforts to outrun it. The wind picks up, carrying with…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part III)
Part III: A Key Conversation The next town is so near I can hear some commotion overtaking my own thoughts. “What’s going on here?” I manage to ask as I stumble upon…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part II)
Part II: Noonday Strivings Whatever hope I found lying alongside the road earlier today is beginning to dissipate in the heat of the noonday sun and the scorn of passersby. Though not an…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part I)
Part I: Morning’s Choice Though my eyes found little sleep, I arose early this morning, finding a bit of optimism with the first rays of sun on my face. The pain of my…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Preface)
(This is a short story I started many years ago based on Luke 4:40. It is meant to provide hope for those in desperate situations, even “when the sun is setting…” It will…
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The Redemption of Loneliness- Part II
Just where can we begin to find out if any good can come from loneliness? I assert that the place to start is by examining the most lonely experience this earth has…
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The Redemption of Loneliness- Part I
Loneliness can be more constant a companion than those expected to be its demise. Many of us assume we know the definition of loneliness, as if we memorized its meaning the…
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Thoughts on Isaiah 42:16
Isaiah 42:16: And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before…
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The Gloaming (Poetry Version)
In the twilight of faith In a darkening hour When the wick is all but spent I have become A reed bruised But not quite bent. With pain that screams louder Than the…