updates

Karen and I have been having some conflict lately. Nothing serious, but we disagree on some things that are relatively important. We’re trying to work through them as best we can, but unfortunately, each one of us is as stubborn as the other. Everything will work out, one way or the other, of this I am sure. 

I’m writing this at 12:03 a.m. on Sunday. I should be getting some good rest, because tomorrow I am preaching a sermon entitled “Re:discovering Justification.” It’s more teaching than preaching, something I didn’t do in a sermon-setting in Minnesota. So it will be different for me. But I’m not worried about it: I’ve done teaching before, in Bible Studies and classes and such of that nature, so this will be, more or less, a glorified class lesson—with illustrations and a few jokes here and there. Sadly, most people don’t share my love for dry jokes, so I’ll probably be receiving a lot of blank stares if I throw some in. I’m a comedic, joke-loving guy, and my teaching and sermons reflect this. It’s part of the personality of who I am; I don’t do it just to make it entertaining, but, rather, it flows out of who I am as a person. 

Dwellers of the Night—or The Procyon Strain, I’m not sure which—is coming along well. I’m at 397 pages right now, and I hope to finish Chapter Eighteen tomorrow. Mom is unsettled that there are some swear words and a few sex scenes. There are swear words in there because that’s how people talk; a realistic story will reflect this. And there are some sex scenes in the book, too, but they contribute to the story. I’m not just throwing them in there for kicks and giggles. Each one is foundational for a part of the story, and if I just skipped over them, the fabric of the story would fall apart. I mean, if I’m writing a story about how the nature of man is an animalistic nature, how we are driven by the need for survival and for sexual gratification, then how in the world would I be responsible to not include them? Either way, the sex scenes form an extremely miniscule part of the book. If it offends you, sorry. Don’t read my book.