Happy, Happy, Happy???

Several have inquired as to my current writing project, wondering whether I continue in FanStory.

Truth be told, I don’t trust myself.

Though my resume includes (most recently) a current events historical fiction correcting America’s trajectory, the trail now eludes me, too elusive to follow. I’ve mentioned to some my completed projects regarding how Cain might have come to kill his brother, how Esau might have come to toss his birthright, and how James might have survived growing up the brother of our Savior. Still, the direction is too faint to trust.

After 241,000 words to the Christian-based Ben Persons saga, over a hundred Ohmie stories, a Christian-themed (loosely) road rage avenger tale, a violent-but-positive piece about Ohmie and his spy parents, a dozen or more episodes of slain literary characters prosecuting their murderous authors, a story about a plagiarizing author who sponsors a fake writing contest, a loving couple a bit too engaged in writing rivalry, and several other light-hearted works, I now fail to see my way to write anything but venom.

Someone (myself?) has dipped a brush of darkness into each of my formerly bright water colors. What was once the greatest nation on earth, a nation interested in feeding the hungry, protecting the weak, helping the poor, and making the world as safe and inviting as possible for missionaries, is now deeply entrenched in the opposite. But it is not the hostility to Christian values that torments me as much as the fact that people I love and care about do not themselves care.

It may take a hundred years to undo the chaos and destruction that the vile people in power have wrought, but what of the destroyed souls who’ve developed a taste for the venom? A civil war may very well ensue. And unlike the previous American Civil War where there was a clearly defined border and dividing colors (blue and gray), or as in Nazi Germany circumcision and pointing fingers divided people, the present divide is far easier. People of color, sign-wavers, and those unwilling to wear the red hat make easy targets. And the self-righteous have most of the guns.

As for my wife and me, we would love to fight back, to resist to the end. We will vote as long as we are allowed to, but we will not hate our neighbor or fail to feed and clothe the poor or the sojourner. Refuse us grocery store entry, shoot us down even – better to hold the hand of the Savior than to raise a hand in obeisance to tyranny.

In the meantime, all I can do is apologize to the world’s oppressed, the sick and dying, and the starving for our nation’s turned face.

If today’s events are by grand design to hasten the end, then so be it. Satan, do your worst.