Doxology Publishing

A squirmy worm in peril and a skinny boy savior can open the heavy but heavenly door of awe-inspiring awareness and invite you in.

The dead hero’s kind of immortal glory was the only kind of glory I wanted, then one day I played the marimba.

Lizzie had depended on luck. Now she knew she needed something else to get her back to normal.

Mary Kate was desperate. She needed some words of life that would save her life and she had one day to find it.

Crazy men and sane men see strange and rich worlds behind ordinary words. Crazy men think these worlds exist only in your head. Sane men know they don’t.

Untamed and unexplained things sometime happen when boys and girls turn pages in a book in a library where a strange wind blows.

Uncomfortable and even downright dangerous unpleasantries exist everywhere. Will you run?

Sometimes, like dirt on a river bottom, what you thought was all settled in nice lovely patterns, gets all mixed up and you are left with muddy waters.

“God made human minds.” “God made us.” “God exists.” These are three simple sentences with complex rebuttals built in the hearts of rebellious humans

Enzymes jump like water in hot oil across synapses, from neuron to neuron, until some, terrifying or soothing, mundane or wonder-filled, idea has been cooked behind eyes, nose, and mouth of a single skull.