On Prayer and the Silence of God

On Prayer and the Silence of God

During the first fifty years of my life, the prayers of believers seemed to me merely pious nonsense offered up into the void. My late wife, Teri, had had a blissful faith as a child, but lost it in her teenage years. When she and I came into the Light and gave ourselves to Christ at about the age of fifty, we had to learn—or in her case, relearn—how to pray…

The Opposite of Doubt

The Opposite of Doubt

“Show me a man who says that he has never been beset by doubt,” says one of the characters in my novel Hearts Set Free, “and I will show you a liar.”

We’re often reluctant to admit our religious doubts, and it’s not hard to understand why. How will people look at us? After all, when I was an atheist, I never admitted to my friends that I sometimes questioned my belief in the ultimate meaninglessness of life, fearful of being mocked as a weak-minded sentimentalist!

We may not even want to acknowledge our doubts to ourselves…

Colossus in the Desert

Colossus in the Desert

Back in my gambling days, I was far more interested in the poker rooms of Las Vegas than in the nearby Hoover Dam. Years later, however, with all-in bluffs a distant memory, I became fascinated by the stories of how that titanic structure came to be, and, when I began writing Hearts Set Free, I decided that the great dam would play an important role in the novel…