No, I'm not from the government and you haven't been drafted into the military... Just kidding... That is the way we were drafted back in the 1960's. You'd receive a letter stating, "Greetings from your Government. You're drafted! Show up at the induction center on such and such date."
Well... That tells you about how old I am. Good start, don't you think?
Before I expand upon who I am, you may be interested in what I write. I write stories about God and Heaven. Well, the story I've written here is about ****. There are more similarities between Heaven and **** than you might think. And I write stories about Jesus. These are all fictional stories.
I'm not a Theologian and I don't care to get into Theological battles with people who think I'm full of it. If you don't like what I write, don't read it. If you want to give me a piece of your mind... Don't bother. Don't waste your time and mine. I won't respond. Go fight with yourself and have fun.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I write fiction and do not write Theological Treaty. In the past, that would have gotten me burned at the stake. I'm not into 'self barbecue'.
Who am I? You wouldn't believe me if I told you. No, I'm not Jesus Christ! And I wouldn't want to be, either. He was a very nice fellow, who just happened to be God. It was nice of him to come live amongst us heathens for a while. It was nice that he did for us what we could not do for ourselves. I'm glad he did that. I'd be last year's rotten meat if there wasn't that hope for me, personally.
I am a 'Traveler'. My body lives in this world. My mind does not. Thus, I live in a 'Fantasy World' of my own creation. However, I have not created this world by my efforts alone. I've had help from a God, who kicks my butt on occasion when I need it... Which is quite often. I'm a born 'Rebel' and don't listen well to what I'm told to do. I'm sort of like Jonah. God told Jonah to go one direction and to do a certain thing. But Jonah went in the opposite direction. I do that, too.
God told me to leave Eden. Well, not the Garden of Eden... However, Eden in North Carolina is a nice place. But I would not go. I was a 'scared-e-cat'... A big chicken... And there I was a Vietnam Veteran home from the war. And I wouldn't turn loose of the little comfort and security I had in Eden. Yet, I was very near suicide.
So, God kicked me out of Eden.
Well, actually, God tricked me into leaving. Then, with me safely about a thousand miles away in Fort Scott, Kansas, He barred me from returning. My uncle called to tell me... The Law was after me. I couldn't go home.
Ha! Bet you wonder why the Law was after me!?! Sorry to disappoint... But it wasn't anything serious. If it had been, when I applied for a passport in order to go to England, I'd have been arrested.
The next three years found me walking the rest of the way across America to California and ending up living in England. I met a girl in the Sunday School class of the Baptist church I attended in Ocean Beach, California. Her name was Carol. Carol went to England with the military. I followed. She and I didn't work out. That became apparent the day of my arrival in England. She had not prepared for my coming to join her, as we had agreed before she left California and per letters we exchanged while I was preparing to leave America. Wow! That's a long sentence... Run on much, do we?
Later, Carol was killed on her motorcycle while driving in heavy London traffic. She was the daughter of one of the "Bowery Boys" movie actors from the 1950's.
Finding myself in London with no money, no job, no ability to get a job and nowhere to live, God supplied all this. Well, He supplied a place for me to stay and gave me Christian friends who took care of me. As I was in England, a place I had always admired and loved the thought of being there, I went to London Bible College.
That was another miracle provided by God. I applied to the college in July for classes starting in early September, less than two months away. I had no money to pay. And I requested full time study towards a BA degree in Theology. Plus, I wanted to live on campus and get all my meals there.
By then all students had been selected and all rooms had been assigned. However, I guess out of curiosity, the college called me to set up an interview. Three professors questioned me during the interview. I told them my story... And my story is quite unusual, to say the least... The professors grilled me, big time!
When I walked out of the room into the hall from where the interview had been held, I thought that there was no way, 'On God's Green Earth', that those professors would ever allow me to go to that college. I mean, would they really allow a guy with the Law after him to attend their Bible college? I don't remember... But maybe I didn't tell them that part... Okay... Okay... So, I'm a big liar, too.
However, I was surprised to be called a few days later by the college. Not only had I been accepted... Not only had they told me not to worry about the money to pay them (I could pay them later, when my Veterans college benefits began arriving)... Not only would the college provide my books and supplies... But best of all, at the last minute, a student dropped his application to attend and the dorm room which had been assigned to him would then be assigned to me. They gave me everything I asked them for.
Maybe I should have asked them for a better brain while I was at it! The British school system is far beyond more difficult than the American system. When I went to college in America, I didn't have to study much. At college in England, I was in the library every night banging my head against the table trying to study.
During the summer break from classes, I did missionary work in Germany.
After leaving LBC, I married a girl I met in the 'House Fellowship' which had taken me in, immediately upon my arrival in England, and had provided for me until I entered college. We honeymooned in Israel. There's a long story about my arrival in England, which connects me to what happened in Ocean Beach concerning God's provision. But that is a story you wouldn't believe, anyway. So, why bother telling it.
I worked for British Airways and was quickly becoming a drunk. Not happy working for British Airways, my brother got me a job working as a Draftsman in the nuclear power plant industry back in America. I excelled in that work and it became my career.
Hepatitis 'C' ended my career. I became sick and could not perform my work. The doctor told me that there was nothing that could be done for me. At that time, most people who were in as bad a health condition as I was in were dying. I thought I would die, too. I took disability from Pacific Gas & Electric, where I'd worked as a Mechanical Work Planner. I went home to Virginia to die.
But I didn't die... Well, obviously, if I had died, I wouldn't be writing now, would I? Or am I writing from the 'afterlife'? Oh, mystery...
No, I'm here and I'm healthy now. The Veteran's administration treated me for the Hep 'C' and cured me a couple of years ago. I still don't have much of a liver left. But I function quite high for my age and my liver damage. God is good. I thank Him for everything in my life, even for the bad stuff... Which I wouldn't want to live again... But I realize its benefit to my view of God at this point in my aged and traveled life.
So, that's a bit of me... Now back to what I write. I've posted a preview here. I was unfamiliar with the process of posting a preview. Thus, I attempted to post the first chapter of my book. However, since only 25,000 characters are allowed, I could only post about half of my first chapter. Now, I see by other people's postings that maybe I should have done it differently.
Well, its done, now. So, full speed ahead... **** the torpedoes.
This first story, and I have a number of them, is about God's Forgiveness. It is about 'LOVE'. And the story is told threw the eyes of a boy who is loved by two girls. Both want him. However, both girls love each other as sisters, too. They will not hurt each other. They come to an agreement between them concerning which of them will get the boy. And they make the boy agree to accept what they had committed to doing. The boy loves both girls. He has a preference for one over the other. However, he loves both of them so much he'd marry either of them.
A tragic accident takes the boys life. The girls react. The scene takes place in Heaven at the time of the 'Great White Throne' of Judgment. The boy is cast into ****. That is the first chapter. In the following chapters, he gives a firsthand explanation of what happens to him in **** or in 'Outer Darkness'.
There may be later surprises written into the narrative of following chapters. If you read, I think you'll be surprised at God's 'LOVE' and Forgiveness.
And no! I don't believe in universal Salvation. Most of us will end up in ****. My neck is on the line, too.
After reading my full book, some of you might wish me there... Sorry! I don't happen to have a spare stake for a burnt sacrifice. And I can still run pretty fast. Catch me if you can...
Later on, Boys and Girls!