The things that capture my attention at random.
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
Esther read the decree. The words seemed impossible. Unreal. She felt her breath catch, her pulse quicken, her knees weaken. Her people. Her family. Her blood. Destroyed. Killed. Annihilated. She looked at Hathach, her voice barely holding. She turned over Mordecai’s request in her mind- Go to the king.
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
News traveled strangely inside the palace. It did not arrive as facts or proclamations, but as whispers carried by servants, fragments of conversation drifting through corridors, half‑heard laments from the outer courts. Esther sensed something was wrong long before she understood it. The palace felt unsettled. The eunuchs moved
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
Mordecai did not remember leaving the gate. One moment he was standing in the heat, the officials’ faces blurring into a colorless haze; the next, he was stumbling through the outer courtyard, the world tilting beneath him like a ship in rough water. He moved without direction, without breath, without
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
The king’s gate was already warm when the morning procession began, the stone beneath Mordecai’s feet radiating yesterday’s heat. He stood where he always stood- close enough to fulfill his duties, far enough to avoid notice. A bureaucrat among bureaucrats. A third‑generation exile who had learned
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
Does it have to be so bad?
Tradition & Inheritance
Battling the world for the affections of my son
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
Stay human. Stay awake. Stay rooted in the One whose image you bear.
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
God has never written His story in minutes. He writes in rhythms.
Tradition & Inheritance
What would it look like if Christianity were represented at these events?
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
God’s fingerprints show up in stories that tell the truth about the human condition—our weakness, our need for a savior, the power of sacrificial love.
Reflections & Stray Thoughts
Middle‑earth, Narnia, and the world of Quirks all whisper the same ancient truth: our strength is never enough, but grace is.