God, the author of all our stories, seems to have been written out of them. We’ve replaced God with superheroes, who rely solely on their own ingenuity and strength (and sometimes magic powers) to defeat evil.
“Mom, if you tell kids that they need Jesus, they’ll just laugh.”
This is what my own kids told me while we were discussing the new Netflix drama 13 Reasons Why.
I did quite a lot of research on Norway when I was writing FORLORN. I always try to make my details as truthful as I possibly can, except for the parts I just make up.
If you’re a writer, you have it. Forlorn Hope.
I have come to see that if John was the disciple whom Jesus loved best, then Peter was the disciple who loved Jesus best.
I wake to light and rain. How dare it rain on the day of my daughter’s wedding? Here of all places, Avalon, the place where the sun always shines. At least in my imagination.
Like us, the disciples learned everything the hard way. Jesus had to show them how to trust Him, by sticking them in the middle of a lake, in the middle of a storm, in the middle of the night.
Sometimes God just does something you never expected, even though you should have been expecting it, because He is the God of the Unexpected.