A Writer's Confession: Sometimes I Have More Questions Than Answers

An explanation on the shift in my storytelling.

The Old Church, Half-Frame (Fayetteville, Arkansas 2024)

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1. God Rides An Ass

As I sit to write, it’s Palm Sunday, the day Christ rode into town on an ass to the adulation of the adoring crowd who believe he might be the one. This healer, rabbi, whatever—would he lead the rebellion? Would he overthrow the pagans? Would he establish the new kingdom? Would he Make Israel Great Again?

There on that ass, showered in MIGA praise, what filled his heart? I don’t know. I have more questions than answers.