O' Darkness, Darkness! - Jordan, Carlton
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Darkness has infiltrated Max and Sylvia's marriage. Max, a devout Christian, journeys between past and present as he reminisces about his nearly twenty-year union with Sylvia. There is no question that his marriage is teetering on the brink of failure and Max is struggling to understand why. Max and Sylvia, who keep themselves busy in their home church as youth and music ministers, have somehow grown apart in a congregation with an unnatural number of divorces. As Max recalls the beginning days of their relationship, unearths fault lines in his spiritual walk, and contemplates the downward…mehr

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Darkness has infiltrated Max and Sylvia's marriage. Max, a devout Christian, journeys between past and present as he reminisces about his nearly twenty-year union with Sylvia. There is no question that his marriage is teetering on the brink of failure and Max is struggling to understand why. Max and Sylvia, who keep themselves busy in their home church as youth and music ministers, have somehow grown apart in a congregation with an unnatural number of divorces. As Max recalls the beginning days of their relationship, unearths fault lines in his spiritual walk, and contemplates the downward trajectory of his marriage, he quietly wonders if God even hears him. While Max and Sylvia both struggle with their faith, sometimes leaning on God for guidance-other times going it alone-it seems nothing can stop their relationship from deteriorating. But just when Max is at his lowest point, God sends a messenger whose words cut through the darkness and provide hope. In this inspirational tale, a man embarks on a spiritual journey to understand not only himself, but the failure of his marriage as God quietly works to reclaim one of His own.
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My grandfather wrapped our house in prayer; my mother, in literary phrases. I can still hear her saying, "Water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink." They tendered words and prayer as gifts. I love words. I became an English teacher and then a consultant with a heavy focus reading and rewriting, wrestling for the perfect phrase and living in global revision. In 2009 I got divorced. I lost everything and joined the ranks of the working homeless. I slept in my car when not traveling for work. I wrote school review reports in coffeeshops. Stripped of all things in the natural, the Lord reminded me through one of his servants that I hadn't lost him. I was stripped of distraction and could now see him clearly that his blessing was never in things amassed; his blessing was in knowing him, and I would write about it, exploring facets of him and his Word. I would write about God's promises and his children waiting on him in a firm belief that his Word cannot be broken and that he cannot lie. He wakes me up in the middle of the night at times, and I have to write. He'll point out when flesh rises in the writing-when the writing is too full of itself, and he's not in it and what needs to be deleted. I've learned to write under his guidance, to write in the spirit.