From Death to Life

By: A.B. Timothy

“For by grace are ye saved, though faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.” -Saint Paul, Epistle to the Ephesian Church

As Christians, we are called to a higher standard by our saviour, Jesus Christ. We are called to keep his commandments if we love him. We are called to go to him for forgiveness when we fall short because, as Paul in Romans and John in 1 John tell us, we will and do fall short of God’s glorious standard. But we have an advocate with the Father.

Why do I bring this up? Well, recently, there has been a string of women converting to Christianity out of a lifestyle of debauchery, selfishness, and greed. The latest example of these is this:

This meme was posted to make fun of a woman who has recently announced her conversion to Christianity. This woman, Ashleigh Thao, joins a cohort of women who have been making an exodus from a lucrative lifestyle as an infamous internet adult material creator.

The meme expresses the feelings of a lot of jaded young (and many older) men who see these women as having taken the easy road to wealth and well-to-do-ness before “turning away” and keeping all their illicit gains and living a life of ease on the backs of men they led into lust and adultery.

This is an easy thing to feel. I myself feel jealous sometimes. Where is the “quick and easy” way to riches and fame for men? This is the thought on the mind of many young men who are struggling to make an honest living and keep their heads above water. This misses the point, however, I think. This was not a “quick and easy” thing for these women. This choice scars their reputation for the rest of their lives. It hangs like a dark cloud over their families for the rest of time. Does this mean their lives are worthless and unusable by God? Absolutely not. Praise God for that.

“He started with an old, dirty canvas;
My sin left me tatered, bent, and marred.
Then this artist turned his light upon my sadness,
And began to wash away the blackest part.”
-The Booth Brothers, “Masterpiece of Mercy”

God is a worker of wonders, the God of Second Chances, and the Blessed Redeemer. If you find yourself getting upset with these women, do me a favor and go read the Gospel of John chapter 8 again. Look at the woman caught in adultery and ask yourself, who are you? Are you the woman thrown down into the dust before the Master? Or are you a Pharisee in the crowd demanding of the Master what is to be done with her?

What do you think Jesus stooped down and wrote in the sand? Why do you think he wrote it in sand? We know the finger of God has power to carve his words in stone, but Christ chose to write these words in sand, which will be blown away or walked through within the hour and be lost. Why do you think those words were not written in the pages of Scripture?

What if the words were:
“Lust,
Anger,
Murder,
Greed,
Blasphemy,
Lies,
Treachery,
Betrayal.”

What if the words were the sins in the very heart of the Pharisees who stood accusing the woman caught in adultery? Can you imagine your deepest, most private sin being torn from the hidden dungeons of your heart and cast before all your friends? Then imagine Christ rises from the dirt and looks you in the eye and says, “He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”

When the Pharisees all dropped their stones and ran away, I can relate to that. We must remember, brothers and sisters, that we are sinners too. I have been guilty of Lust, I have been guilty of Greed, and I have been guilty of Envy. I could go on for another thousand or more words about my own personal sin, but here is the amazing thing:

“Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.”
-The Gospel according to Saint John the Beloved

Jesus, God, Creator of the Universe, for and by Whom were all things made that were made, bent down into the dirt that men wash off their feet; and asked the woman, “…where are those, thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?”

She said, “No man.” Jesus said unto her, “Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.”

If the God of Creation, the Uncaused Causer, the Unmoved Mover, the Word Spoken at the Beginning, the EGO EIMI (I AM) did not condemn this woman caught in adultery, how can we, those whose most righteous acts, according to the Prophet, are but filthy rags, condemn her, or any of these modern women who have turned from their wicked ways.

“But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.”
-The Prophet Isaiah’s Book, Chapter 64 verse 6

While I do not believe sinlessness is a requisite for salvation, as John says, “If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not within us.” We are called to be holy as God is holy. But if we sin, we have an advocate with the Father, and if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.

But what if the woman falls away and gets back into that sinful lifestyle? We pray, that’s what. We pray that God would convict their soul and give them no rest and no peace until they repent and turn away. That is on the assumption that they were ever saved to begin with.

John says: “They went out from us, but they were not of us; for if they had been of us, they would no doubt have continued with us: but they went out, that they might be made manifest that they were not all of us.”

Someone’s conversion is between them and God. If you confess with the mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, you are saved; that’s what the Bible says. So, if someone confesses Christ to you, we ought to treat them like a brother or sister in Christ. When they do or say something that contradicts that conversion testimony, we should reprove them, which literally means, to “prove again,” by asking them to repent of the sin and confess to Christ again.

At the end of the day, we, as Christians, are called to judge with righteous judgment, but also to live peaceably with all men. If you try to peaceably reprove someone and they tell you off, wipe the dust off your cloak and move on. Do not waste your time arguing with them if they refuse correction.

Only time will tell whether or not the conversion of these women is legitimate or a grift for clout. In the meantime, join me in praying for these women, that God would preserve them on their walk with Him and bless them with the gift of increased faith and that He might multiply their grace.

“But into whatsoever city ye enter, and they receive you not, go your ways out into the streets of the same, and say, Even the very dust of your city, which cleaveth on us, we do wipe off against you: notwithstanding be ye sure of this, that the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you. But I say unto you, that it shall be more tolerable in that day for Sodom, than for that city.”
-The Gospel According to Saint Luke Chapter 10 verses 10-12

God bless you, dear reader. Thank you for reading. Follow me if you wish to keep up with what I’m writing.

Keep the Word,
Keep the Faith,
Keep it Up.

In Nomine Patris, et Filiie, et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen.

Mythic Inspiration from Genesis 14

By: A.B. Timothy

In Genesis 14, we read of a war that Abram(later Abraham) fights in. He is there to save his nephew Lot. He and several of his servants pursue their enemy and slaughter them on the field of battle. Abram if offered a reward by the King of Sodom because Lot and his family were citizens there, but Abram rejected the offer of riches, not wanting the king of Sodom to be able to say, “I have made Abram wealthy.” He only takes as payment what his soldiers have taken from the enemy and eaten already.

Melchizedek offers bread and wine to Abram.

After this, a character of legend appears called Melchizedek, who is said to be the king of Salem (believed by some to be ancient Jerusalem). This Priest-King appears and offers a sacrifice for Abram and his servants and blesses him with, by showing him another name of God: “El-Elyon”, which is “The Most High God”.

This can be an awesome inspiration for a myth in your world. What if there was an immortal priest whose entire existence is going around and blessing people after they do good with a sacrifice in their honor, and a new name for their God that professes an aspect that the believer always knew, but never had a name for?

What kind of Mythic musings have you found in the Bible? Have you considered the importance of the Bible in Western myth? If not, go check out my article “The Bible: The Missing Key to Western Literacy,” where I discuss this further.

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Love in Literature: Philautia

According to Wikipedia, there are 6 words for love in the Greek language. Each of them deserves to be looked at as we, that being western authors, often find our perceptions of love colored by the different categories outlined by these six words.

Part 5: Philautia

This kind of love is discussed very rarely, from what I can tell, in modern fiction. Usually modern fiction is all about the hero versus the world and the loves that come from that, i.e. Agape, Eros, or Philia. However, just like the very scarcely discussed “Storge” we looked at yesterday, Philautia is a vital component of love.

“GET ON WITH IT.” I here you crying, alright, I will. Philautia is self-love. Mental health is a parallel you could draw to modern fiction. Much fiction today has their characters struggle with their mental health but it is rarely viewed as a form of love. Vin in Mistborn, is an example of a modern character who struggles with her self-image and mental health. Over the course of the series this is a roadblock, but it is also an eventual moment of triumph for the character. In the Bible we are taught that too much love of the self is a bad thing. In fact any love of the flesh is sin, according to the Bible, however we are also reminded that we are children of the Father who creates us with dignity, love, and respect, and it’s through Him we can learn to love the right parts of ourselves.

How does your character struggle with mental health, do they? Or is that part of their character? Maybe your character is so well put together mentally their mission in life is to help others figure out how to love themselves. Lets talk about it in the comments below or mention me with a post over on X @ABTimothyAuthor

Love in Literature: Storge

According to Wikipedia, there are 6 words for love in the Greek language. Each of them deserves to be looked at as we, that being western authors, often find our perceptions of love colored by the different categories outlined by these six words.

Part 4: Storge

This kind of love, Storge, while rarely used in the ancient texts we have a pretty good understanding of what it means. This is a love or affection for someone usually the love shared between parents and their children. It can be used in other ways, ironically by referring to a “loving” tyrant, or even to describe the affection someone has for their favorite sports team.

This kind of love is an interesting one and we see it a lot in coming of age stories. The way it is showcased, however, is not always positive. In Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, the first book The Lightning Thief has a scene where Percy’s mother is killed by the Minotaur after she distracts it for enough time for Percy and his friend to escape to the safety of the mystical Camp Half-Blood. This is, in some ways, representative of Agape love, sure, but it is also Stoge, this is the love a mother has for her son, which is different than the sacrificial love of a friend.

God has this kind of love toward us, His creation too. We are the children of God and in many ways God has to act as our loving Father. This love is not always positive, puppies, and rainbows, however much we might want it to be. Sometimes it is sending us away when we reject Him. What is more loving? A: You lock your son in his room where he has a veritable paradise but hates you and doesn’t want to live with you? Or B: You know your son is going to fail but you choose to let them choose to walk away from you. Most of us would say B, right? That is the love of a parent.

Who loves your hero as a parent might love their child? Does your hero have adopted parents perhaps, like Superman? Or does he maybe have parents that are misguided but love him in their misguided way, like in my fantasy world? Let me know in the comments below, or by mentioning me in a post on X @ABTimothyAuthor

Love in Literature: Agape

According to Wikipedia, there are 6 words for love in the Greek language. Each of them deserves to be looked at as we, that being western authors, often find our perceptions of love colored by the different categories outlined by these six words.

Part 1: Agape

Agape is the ultimate love of the West; it is selfless and cares not for itself but for others. The word is described by St. Thomas Aquinas as “to will the good of another.” God is the epitome of this love. He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, down to live a perfect life and die a perfect death for us. But death did not win that day. Nor will death ever win again unless a person allows it to win.

John 3:16 says: “For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” The word “loved” here is translated from the Greek word “ēgapēsen,” which finds its roots in Agape.

This love is not just a religious concept; however, this is the same love that Boromir had for the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Rings he did not want anything from them, he knew they were, in all reality a burden on the fellowship, but still he fought to the death in an effort to save “the little ones” from the orcs. His bravery, sacrifice, and devotion are part of what inspired the fellowship to turn away from the road to Mordor and pursue the captured hobbits.

In case you haven’t seen it in a while, here is that heroic sacrifice on YouTube.

What character in your world exemplifies Agape? I want to hear about them. There is no greater love than this: that a man might lay his life down for his friends. The masculine pronouns aside, has a character sacrificed themselves? Has someone stood their ground and allowed others to escape or died trying to prevent a capture?

Approaching the Hereafter

Our hero has met his match. The odds are stacked against him, and he will not win the day. At last, battered and bruised, the henchman’s sword falls, and the world turns black.

Then what? What happens next is up to you, the author. Have you considered the world after death, the place beyond space? Why or why not? Tell me about your world’s afterlife, if there is one.

In my Sci-Fi world, there are individuals who have the gift to rebound from death. For each one of them, the experience is different. Some dream while they are “dead”, others remember falling through a tall cloud and slamming back into their body like they hit the ground, and others still suffer extreme pain, and it drives them mad. In my fantasy world, each individual goes to the place that they imagined they would, but it is always twisted. Each place is peaceful, but inconvenient.

Does your world have religious ideas of what the afterlife will be? Do they believe in a good place and a bad place, or is it more complicated than that? Many fantasy worlds I have read have an arbiter waiting on the other side, a kind of judge who’s job it is to weigh the lives of those recently deceased, this might find its origins in a lot of cultures, the Egyptian myth has dead people’s hearts weighed against a feather, in Greek myths the person’s soul is judged by a council of heroes, in the Christian afterlife God Himself judges and condemns or forgives those who have accepted His Son, Jesus Christ.

Death is a very serious subject and is often considered the end for many cultures and people. Recent trends in fictional media, however, suggest that this does not have to be the case. There is a genre of Japanese animation called “Isekai,” which translates to “another world”. In this genre, the hero finds themselves in another world where they must adventure. Oftentimes, they get there because they died here in our world. Maybe your fantasy is like that, when the hero dies, their journey simply begins anew in another world.

Let me hear what you have to say! I want to know what you’ve decided to work into your fantasy world.

Artemas: The Twice Proselyte

A Short Story by A.B. Timothy

Artemas stood in the marketplace listening to the preachers. Just who did these men think they were? Every time he made the pilgrimage to Jerusalem for the Passover, there was a new preacher and a new heresy. A few years prior, he had shouted ‘crucify him’ along with a crowd of other upstanding Jewish men. While he himself was a proselyte, he felt a kinship with the jews, and now there were these preachers in the dusty marketplace of Lystra, where he was going to get on his boat back to Athens. The lead preacher, a Jew from the looks of him, was preaching some fresh heresy, that Jesus was risen from the dead. Preposterous, the whole situation was preposterous! There is only resurrection on the last day. Everyone knew this, even a lowly gentile like him.

The crowd began to move, and a massive cloud of dust arose as the angry mob shoved and pushed this ‘Paul’ outside the city walls. “They disgrace the law and the prophets!” Artemas found himself shouting. His words were lost in the incoherent yelling of the mob. “They must be put to death for this blasphemy! Stone the heretics.” Artemas took up a stone the size of his own head and threw it at the man who led the preachers, the supposed ‘Paul’. Artemas watched the man fall under a hail of stones and spat at his body as it fell limp to the sandy floor of the desert. Dirty heretic, Artemas thought. He should have been stoned as soon as he mentioned Jesus of Nazareth.

Artemas went about his day like nothing had happened. At sundown, he boarded a ship set for Athens and forgot about the heretic he had helped kill.

The waves of the Mediterranean Sea rocked Artemas to sleep, and he fell into a dream. The dream was hot and foreboding, but he could not remember a single crystal detail of the vision. As he went about his life on the ship, he missed his wife dearly. The stabilizing woman had been there with him in Jerusalem every year for almost a decade since she converted him to her Jewish faith. (A piece of him still ached at what that conversion cost him.) She had not come with him, this time, however. She lay at home while insisting that he not miss his yearly expedition to the promised land. He did as she wished and went. He was glad he did. He had not only gotten to see the wonders of the temple and the proceedings there, but he also got to stone a heretic on the way back. A wonderful story.

He took his sandals off at the door and grabbed a rag hanging from the water pot they kept by the door and wiped down his feet as he entered his Greek home. He kissed the tips of his fingers and whispered a small prayer to Adonai as he passed the mezuzah. He rushed into his wife’s room, where he found her being comforted by their two sons, both not old enough to join their father in Jerusalem. “Abba!” They both said as he walked in. They rushed and hugged him while pointing at their mother and talking on top of one another.

“Whoa, slow down, boys, one at a time.” Artemas hugged them both and then approached his wife.

“Ima, you should go first. Tell daddy what you did while he was gone.” The older boy said.

“Welcome home, my love.” The dying woman spoke softly to her husband as he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

“Shalom, my love,” Artemas said.

“Boys, would you leave us for a moment?” The two children, both spitting images of the other spouse, depending on who you asked, ran off and closed the door behind them.

“Artemas.” The woman said softly and slowly. “We are Christians now.”

The man’s world fell apart. He could not accept this. His wife would explain how a man named Paul had been through the city preaching the resurrection and that one of their friends had gotten converted. “It was as if Adonai spoke through her, dear, she produced, from the scriptures, something we’ve both only heard in Synagogue, proof of the messiah. It was amazing!” She would say. She had been baptized on the shore only a few weeks prior to Artemas’ return.

Over the next few months, Artemas saw a light return to his wife’s eyes more and more each day. Despite this, her body got weaker and weaker. “It won’t be long now.” She would say. “Oh my love, I would just ever so love to see you baptized before I go.” But Artemas could never even bring himself to tell his wife that he had helped kill the man she idolized. She knew of his involvement in the death of her Messiah, but she forgave him for that.

When the day came, Artemas decided to let his wife’s Christian friends take care of her body and bury her as they wished. He was glad that she had found her messiah, but was full of so much pain and rage to care what happened to her body. He suffered the Christian proselytizers whom he had once called friends, and paid them platitudes.

Another three months passed, and Artemas had begun to heal. His sons were doing fantastically in Hebrew school and had been progressing in their studies greatly; he might even have a few Pharisees on his hands.

It was a cool Shabbat afternoon and Artemas found himself weeping at the place where the Christian’s had buried their dead, however few of them there were. While he put up a front for his sons every time they mentioned their mother, he cried inside. This afternoon, as he knelt, weeping, he heard a pair of voices whispering, “No, Silas, I am still going to talk to him.”

Artemas stood and turned around, his bare feet crunching a patch of dried grass as he faced—. He felt the blood drain from his face. He was staring into the eyes of a ghost. There, before him, was the face of the man whose skull he had helped flatten. “Paul?”

“Artemas.” Paul maintained a sober demeanor in honor of where they stood. “It is good to see you again.”

“Good to see me?” Artemas felt his eyebrows raise in shock. “How can you, of all people, possibly say that?”

“Come with me, I will explain everything.”