The Faith of the Ordinary

“He still reads his books, of course. He still talks of higher planes and cosmic connections. But now, sometimes, I catch him. A quiet smile as he watches the sunset from his window, a genuine laugh at a silly joke, a lingering glance at the elderly woman who sells flowers by the cathedral. He hasn’t abandoned his quest for transcendence. But perhaps, in that moment with the child and the spilled mangoes, he began to see that the dance he sought, the spirituality he chased, wasn’t somewhere beyond, but woven into the very fabric of the ordinary.”

How God Ghostwrote the Bestseller List

The librarian never decided if the Bible was true, but he knew this, it was the original fanfic.
A story about stories, where God’s the unreliable narrator, and we’re all ghostwriters adding footnotes in the margins.
He loved it not for answers, but for the audacity to claim it contained all of them, like a buffet where every dish is mystery meat…

A Heartfelt Conversation with God

“The dial tone pulsed, a rhythmic heartbeat in the silence of my room. My thumb hovered over the familiar number, the one that usually brought a smile to my face, but tonight, it felt heavy, an echo of the conversation that had just ended. Tears, stinging and unwelcome, traced paths down my cheeks.

With a shaky breath, I dialed. Not her number, though every fiber of my being yearned to. This number felt different, a connection beyond the earthly realm. A connection I rarely dared to utilize.

‘Hello?’ A voice resonated, not in my ears, but within my soul. It was a voice that held the warmth of a thousand suns and the calmness of a moonlit sea.”

The Mystery Of God

God is the Poet,
Whose breath gave life to the page,
Whose words dance across the sky,
And paint the world with His rage.

God is the Painter,
Whose canvas is the cosmos,
Whose brushstrokes create galaxies,
And stars He scatters like moss.

God is the Musician,
Whose symphony fills the air,
Whose melodies echo through time,
And banish every despair.

God is the Sculptor,
Whose hands mold the universe,
Whose artistry shapes the stars,
And gives every life its purpose.

Religion: A Matter Of The Heart

I’ve always been a bit of a wanderer, a seeker of truth and meaning. I’ve explored many different religions, but none of them have ever quite felt right.

Until Now…