- Ascendance
I was there, walking the dusty roads beside Him while the scent of olive trees mingled with the salt of the Galilean sea. I felt the crush of the crowds as they pressed toward Him, hungry for healing, truth, or simple hope in a world that offered so little. I watched lepers stare in disbelief…
- Deepstride
This piece is a fictional origin story for my walking stick. The stick is made of hickory, stands about five and a half feet tall, and measures roughly two inches thick with the bark still holding fast to its surface. I named it Deepstride because it matches the length of my steps and feels like…
- Graduation
This piece was written when I was a teenager, and although the style reflects that part of my life, the emotions remain familiar even now. Life is filled with moments that shake us, and while some bring joy and excitement, others carry difficulty and uncertainty. These moments do not happen often, yet when they do,…
- Snow
This piece comes from my teenage years, and even now I can still remember the details of that trip with surprising clarity. My family and I had taken a short mountain excursion, and the experience stayed with me enough that I began writing about it in the car on the way home. We had only…
- The Old Man
This piece was written when I was a teenager, and rereading it reminds me of how vividly I imagined scenes of judgment and revelation. The old man moved slowly along the broken pavement, his tattered coat hanging from his frail body like the remains of a banner long forgotten by time. His face carried the…
- The Pocket Cross
It was several years ago, on an evening that seemed entirely ordinary until something deeply unusual stepped into my path. I had been loading groceries into my car, thinking only of the drive home, when I sensed a presence behind me, a gentle shift in the air that felt unmistakable. I turned and saw a…