• Under The Fruiting Tree: Chapter 28

    Under The Fruiting Tree: Chapter 28

    “How many times are we going to go through this?” Robert asked as he stroked his beard with his right hand.  His left hand rested wearily over his chest.  Sharon stood in her dress, flowers adorning her braided hair. Robert knew she was as beautiful as ever, even in what was another dark night for… Read more

  • Under The Fruiting Tree:Chapter 27

    Under The Fruiting Tree:Chapter 27

    “I just don’t know,” Sharon said. The honesty felt like a heavy weight lifting from he soul. And yet, she still felt only emptied.  Their pleading eyes met for a moment of eternity. Read more

  • Under The Fruiting Tree: Chapter 26

    Under The Fruiting Tree: Chapter 26

    Under the Fruiting Tree Chapter 25 – The Write PlaceUnder the Fruiting Tree: Novella Table of Contents – The Write Place “Is this for a class or just for the fun of it?” Robert asked as he leaned against the tree.  Sharon sat peacefully in a foldout chair behind her easel, painting her engaging subject.… Read more

  • Under the Fruiting Tree Chapter 25

    Under the Fruiting Tree Chapter 25

    There was an eager hustle in his steps as he walked around the front of the car.  He stopped by the passenger side and opened the door, allowing a feminine figure to emerge.  The man carefully closed the door behind her.  Her long blond hair bounced in the moonlight night as she moved. Read more

  • Singleness and Chastity: How the Church praises an affliction

    Singleness and Chastity: How the Church praises an affliction

    The damage that has been done (I have felt it personally) by calling singleness a gift simply needs to stop alongside the gnostic misreading people take from this passage. Read more

  • Under the Fruiting Tree: Chapter 24

    Under the Fruiting Tree: Chapter 24

    Under the Fruiting Tree: Chapter 23 – The Write PlaceUnder the Fruiting Tree: Novella Table of Contents – The Write Place Ruth faced the setting sun, leaning her body against the fruited tree.  The gray-haired pastor at her side in his clericals removed his right hand from Ruth’s shoulder.  He turned to walk away, leaving… Read more