For no point or purpose,. Sent to death by pompous fools. Who thought themselves too important. And enlisted men expendable commodities,. A few yards of mud worth more than so many. A future dashed, and dreams undreamt . A future blighted, A nightmare lived. Who gave their whole being. And think of all who may have been.

Short stories in a number of Genres, including Science Fiction. Wednesday, 24 August 2011. When he has grown, he has to go exploring the basement to find missing family members only to find himself trapped and with no apparent way out. Grandma always was a bit strange, and Mum went that way too as she grew older; but then, the house was strange and I think it got to them. I had a tennis ball in my jacket pocket. I took it out and tossed i.

The pure bright light pouring through the blinds, making the walls glow,. The structure, the strength of a job. The chance to graft, the application to a task; the satisfaction of work. The graciousness of those who could demand a pound of blood but choose love and a gentler touch. The gift of self expression; creating, connecting, engaging, empowering,.

My reflections on my journey through Fuller Theological Seminary.

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