Thoughts On A Misunderstood Rock

With all the things going on in the world around us, I can feel the future I envisioned in my "Peaks at the Edge of the World Trilogy" sneaking up on me.  Here are some thoughts I recently had about the sequel I'm currently revising:  "When the World Grows Cold."

Many people have walked by the hunk of rock called Christianity, lying half-buried in the sands of time.  Most glance at the exposed part of this boulder and assume they know what the whole thing looks like—for good or ill.

          But the author’s task in fiction, especially fantasy, is to ask, “What if…” and then create a possible scenario—a fiction that may or may not come to pass in some distant future.  (Some things predicted in science fiction have come to pass, though many have not—yet--and some never will.)

          Being the “rock hound” that my father was, I stop at that boulder and chip away at it with my geologist’s hammer, exposing the new and unweathered shapes and colors inside—that few realized were there.  (By the way, even so-called ‘ordinary’ rocks look amazing when they’re put in water.)

          If I’m strong enough, I turn the whole boulder over to examine the underside of it, and see what dwells beneath it.  And what do I find?  More “What ifs…!”

          This book is not meant to be an exposition of Biblical prophecy—or a defense of any particular doctrine or philosophy.  Instead, it is merely a journey of my imagination, a possible scenario of what the future might hold.  And perhaps, as readers take this journey with me, they will discover a few answers to their questions--and probably some “What ifs” of their own.