Satan Unmasked is Available.

Many of you have already received this newsletter, but for those who haven't, we wanted to let you know how excited we are to finally release Part I of the series. It has been a most difficult 3 months and we needed some joy. When women prepare for a baby they name it, clothe it,... Continue Reading →

My Aunt Sophia’s Poetry

There have been many talented writers on my mother’s side of the family. I have several very creative cousins with a pen and aunts and uncles alike who have written beautiful songs, poems, and stories. I’ve often heard that the Loys were excellent storytellers, and I guess it’s true because I always loved listening to... Continue Reading →

The Naked King

A children’s book written by H. S. Anderson titled The Emperor’s new clothes is a writing concerning self-perception and denial. What does this story have to do with Naaman? “The name Naaman is derived from the verb נעם (na'em) meaning be pleasant, sweet, delightful, and beautiful” (Abarim Publications). We can be sweet and delightful and still... Continue Reading →

Hate is?

Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still, the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers,... Continue Reading →

The Servants Heart

  A couple of years ago, my aunt, Eva, who was in her 80's, was not feeling well. A dear cousin went to visit and took her to the doctor. While there, they discovered she had cancer. Our hearts were broken. My aunt never had children. Her neighbors had been checking on her. My cousin... Continue Reading →

Son’s of Spirit!

I have three sons of Spirit, Sons of lightning, sons of fame. I have three sons who live in a box on the corner begging for change. They play trashcan drums and acoustic guitars. They sing in the churches, and they sing in the bars. They rise sturdy with strength like Samson. They have arms... Continue Reading →

The King’s Table

It's good to dine at the King's Table: Saul's grandson, the son of Jonathan, named Mephibosheth, was crippled as a child. When he was five years old, a report came that Saul and Jonathan had been killed in battle, and when the boy's nurse heard the news, she picked him up and fled. But as... Continue Reading →