When you see a rainbow do you simply look at it as a refraction of the sunlight through droplets of water, spreading the color spectrum to be individually visible? Or do you see a wonder of the universe, of God, and appreciate it as something rare and beautiful?
Or how about the rain? When it rains do you get depressed or discouraged? “Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day.” When I spent two weeks in the neurological ICU, paralyzed from the neck down, each day it was necessary for them to wheel me on a gurney out the door of the Emergency Room to the trailer that housed the decompression chamber. And the days that it was raining, I had them loiter a moment so that I could enjoy the feel of the rain on my face.
When you are driving on the highway and someone cuts you off, do you immediately feel your blood pressure rising, and the anger coming on, and you honk your horn, and make a gesture, and pound on the steering wheel, and … You know. Do you let that fury fester, and when you get home you kick the cat? Why? Is it worth it? Who wins?
MUSINGS is a book of life lessons in the commonplace — trying to look at things and activities around us with a different eye. It is not a book for sitting down and reading through in one sitting. It is a book into which you occasionally dip, read a few pages, and then think of how your life corresponds with what you just read? Will it change your life? It may. I would pray that it does. Will it change how you view the commonplace? I certainly hope so. But you won’t know until you read it.
I think everyone has that one special place that they love. It might be the Florida Keys, or a cabin in the North Carolina mountains. We all have that place that we run to in our daydreams or long for during trying times. Maybe for you it is Walt Disney World.
For me it is a small peninsula of land known as The Eastern Shore of Virginia. For over sixty years that area has been my very special place. It is not just the physical place, though. It is the people and the atmosphere and the way of life that are the magical experience. It’s food and smells and sounds. It is about a way of being.
AN EASTERN SHORE SKETCHBOOK is a loving look at the lower Eastern Shore. For those who live there or have visited there, you’ll recognize many of the people and places. For those who have not, I hope you will be able to read the SKETCHBOOK, find amusement and enjoyment in its reflections, and perhaps transfer some of that to memories deeply seated in your minds of your special place.
Northampton County, like so many rural areas, is still strongly ruled by Bible-believing Christians. One of the benefits of rural life has always been that the corrupting influence of the big city, with its humanists and moral relativism, was far enough removed that it tends not to taint their society. Satan finds it easy to make inroads in metropolitan areas. There, he has the pseudo-intelligentsia to work with and do his labor for him. When convinced of their own excellence and intelligence, people’s minds are relatively easy to twist inward and away from a spiritual leader. Really, they do the evil one’s work for him. All he has to do was a little poke here, and a little direction there, and they merrily race along in any direction that feeds their egos and avarice, and leave a judgmental God far behind.
It isn’t as easy in rural areas, and that’s why Ezkeel and his kind have been sent to work directly and intimately with these folks. His goal is to influence people by directing their minds to abandon their long-held traditions and beliefs — beliefs based on Judeo-Christian teachings — and accept the more liberal New Age beliefs that eschewed an established God who established right and wrong, and instead made everything relative. Ezkeel is an expert at this, having labored in this field for years, and he was having a ball in Eastville. These chumps were so malleable. Whispering suggestions, gently pushing, quietly suggesting and watching them grab the thought and take off with it was a real pleasure.
The smell was bad enough to curl the hairs in your nose — a combination of hot dust, hot bodies, hot excrement, dead fish, dead animals and dead dreams.
Pastè Daniel stood in the pile of debris that had once been his church and shook his head. Merde, he thought. How on earth am I going to fix this mess?
–from Ezkeel in Cite Soleil
Vodou priest Daniel Dal has left his mountainside village to start a combination Christian church/Vodou temple in the slum of Cite Soleil. His personal Vodou spirit, or lwa, has convinced him that the two religions are the same thing, and if he downplays the Vodou side he can get monetary support from American churches.
Daniel doesn’t know, however, that his personal lwa, Ezkeel, is actually a demon, an ancient fallen angel, intent on causing mischief. What will the outcome be?
What others are saying about the Ezkeel books:
Shades of Frank Peretti there! ~ Rick S.
I couldn’t put it down to go do other things. Your style reminds me of Lee Child. It grabbed me early on and wouldn’t let go. ~ Jerry T.
It’s creepy, but compelling. I had to keep reading to the end. ~ Judy S.
I love the style of your writing it is very comfortable and easy to follow. Sounds like it’s from your heart. ~ Judy P.
I want an autographed copy. ~ Scott R.