Whatever Happened to Wonder?

The last time I taught, I spoke about the danger of developing a critical spirit. Cynicism, constant criticism, and negativity can slowly become part of our thinking if we are not careful. That message serves as the foundation for this one because before we can regain wonder, we must first […]Read more »

A dark, cinematic collage explores the influence of media on paranormal belief. In the center foreground, a lone child sits on the floor facing an old television glowing with static. Ethereal mist pours from the screen and expands into a nightmarish panorama filled with iconic supernatural figures: a translucent Victorian ghost, a large-eyed Grey alien, a towering faceless man in a black suit, a plague-doctor-like figure, a winged fairy, shadowy humanoids, and a giant red-eyed moth creature. The scene blends haunted hallways, foggy city streets, isolated houses, and moonlit forests into a single dreamlike landscape. The supernatural figures appear to emerge directly from the television's glow, visually suggesting that stories, media, and popular culture shape how people imagine and perceive paranormal phenomena. The mood is mysterious, unsettling, and thought-provoking.

When Stories Become Sightings

What if media doesn’t just tell stories about monsters? What if media helps define what monsters look like when people claim to encounter them? The Feedback Loop of Paranormal Perception Human perception hates a vacuum. When faced with an ambiguous, eerie, or overwhelming experience—a technical glitch on a camera plate, […]Read more »

The Pharisee in the Mirror

The title of my message today is “The Pharisee in the Mirror,” and I want to talk about combating a critical spirit through biblical love. I am ashamed to admit that I have struggled with a critical nature for much of my life. In many ways, it became even more […]Read more »

The Ballad of the Can Loft Champion

How One Man Defeated a Tornado Through Sheer Masculinity and Production Quotas. On the eighth day after creation—an average Monday night shift at the Great Citadel of Nestlé—the sacred vats of hash bubbled like primordial soup and the conveyor belts thundered their metallic hymns. Men toiled beneath fluorescent suns. Forklifts […]Read more »