Mystery Mansion – Part II

As we gazed at the scene before us, we felt the floor begin to quiver and shake. We grabbed each other’s arms and were about to flee in terror, but a voice sounded, “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.”

Mystery Mansion – Part One

We ventured into “Mark’s Gospel Room.” The room had minimal décor, but the walls were covered with strips of paper from ceiling to floor with the entire gospel – minus chapter and verse numbers – in a lovely handwritten style on each strip. We read what we could, looking for our answers. Again, all to no avail.

Called Out of Darkness – Part III

On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.