Call it biblical. Call it apocalyptic. Whatever you want to call it, take your pick.

...he was a scream wrapped up in straw, a little, weak, vicious thing gnashing inside a monstrous facade...

I beg readers to remember that this is a fantasy. It has of course - or I intended it to have - a moral. But the transmortal conditions are solely an imaginative supposal: they are not even a guess or a speculation at what may actually await us. The last thing I wish is to arouse factual curiosity about the details of the after-world.

I've been consistently struck by the amount of biblical illiteracy among Christians in churches. You can pick just a simple parable, a simple story of Jesus, that you think most Christians would know -- and although they may know about it, they will not really have any idea what it means.

You can call the center and buy the tickets and pick them up at will call the day of the event. Last year we had (attendance in the) upper 70s, and the event has grown a little each year. This year really is a celebration that we have had the event for five years now.

And I pray mark how he begins: he sets not up trophies to himself, but triumphs in his God-- "I will love thee, O Lord, my strength." As the love of God is the beginning of all our mercies, so love to God should be the end and effect of them all. As the stream leads us to the spring, so all the gifts of God must lead us to the giver of them.