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Chapter 5 Annihilate the Entire Planet? Chapter 17 The Place Where Good and Evil Cross Chapter 18 The Blubbering Idiot Chapter 20 The Great Deception Chapter 22 The Walking Handbag Chapter 24 What I Didnt Want to Hear
Until I stumbled across this book I considered Christian fiction to be spiritual baby-food all mushy! I saw myself as a mature Christian, dining on strong spiritual meat, quite above reading anything as trivial as Christian Fiction.
I never write fiction. And here I am writing it. I always considered life too short and spiritual reality too important to bother with fiction. To my astonishment, I have discovered that the shortness of life and the importance of spiritual reality are the very reasons why I must write fiction. The words of the greatest ever Teacher are so power-packed with eternal truth that we rarely pause to consider that he often chose fiction to convey profound truth. For him, truth was too important not to craft stories that highlight spiritual reality. The Ten Virgins, The Runaway Son, The Lost Coin, The Talents, The Sower are but a few examples. More ancient spiritual heavyweights such as King Davids prophet, Nathan, likewise used fictitious stories as a powerful way of driving truth into human hearts. My goal is to lead readers to deep truths so painlessly that it feels like mindless entertainment. I want to stretch minds beyond the bounds of current human knowledge, so that when we leave the realms of speculation and return to hard reality, we are more inspired than ever before to seek truth. It is in achieving these goals that fiction becomes the perfect medium. To be gripping, my writing should seem convincing. My commitment to truth, however, makes me disturbed when readers keep wondering whether I have had some of the experiences described. If I chose not to emphatically deny this, I might sell more books. But truth is sacred. If I let people think what they want, I might soar in some peoples estimation but, as everyone will eventually discover, only one Persons opinion matters. Although written in the first person, the views expressed do not always reflect my own attitudes, but those of the character I am portraying. To kindly allow me the privilege of channeling funds to them, certain organizations might, with my permission, be selling this book but this in no way implies their endorsement of the content of this book. I alone am responsible for that.
The only way this book could be perfect is if God wrote it without me. So astonishing is Gods love for each of us, that like a doting father with his little child, he treasures our partnership in his critically important earthly missions, even though our contribution inevitably soils his perfection. A further complication is that each of us is wondrously unique, with differing needs, tastes, opinions, abilities, and so on. So despite my longing for this book to be perfect for each reader, not even God could achieve this without making each copy unique. Nevertheless, you could help bring this book closer to the perfection I long for, by pointing out errors, any parts that bore you, parts that appeal to you and further suggestions for improvement. Your feedback gives me a larger sample to draw upon as a basis for knowing how to best meet the needs of the widest audience. When you are ready, please send your evaluation to novel@net-burst.com Ive been called obsessive. Maybe Im just an unpracticed writer driven by a compulsion to share an experience so bizarre that nearly nine months later Im still trying to come to terms with it. Whatever the cause, Ive been staring at a blank screen, wrestling with where to start. Thankfully, the events seem as fresh in my mind as when they occurred. At least its a screen in front of me, not paper. If this writers block bursts Ill face mind-warping numbers of deletions and rewrites. Im determined to make it a breeze for you, the reader, but to get there Im in for more word battles than any sane person would ever volunteer for. I will be repeatedly needled to describe the inexpressible. You dont want to know about all my mundane years. I guess Ill start at the point that shook my senses to such heightened awareness that it made me wonder if I had ever been fully alert until then.
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