Frank Ross might seem like any other young man who’s struggling to care for a disabled sibling on low pay in a bad economy. But Frank’s in a bigger pickle than most: his brother Toby bears the stigmata, the marks of Christ’s Crucifixion, and bleeds in the presence of evil. When white supremacists riot in their neighborhood, Toby lands in the hospital alongside the best friend he’s never met and her three flatmates, all of whom are prophets. Yet this one day of intense suffering may bring all six of them a happy ending none of them have foreseen.
Of Myths and Men: An Anthology is coming soon (mid-May, tenatively) from Witty Word Press. I’m thrilled to be able to contribute to this project, not only because it gives me a chance to call Enola my writing partner in an official capacity, but also because my dear friend Caitlin is organizing it and her sisters are pitching in with copy-editing and illustration! The rest of the stories in the anthology sound intriguing, too, so don’t buy it just on my account. 😀
I mentioned this movie to my dad tonight. “Sounds like something you would write!” he said, and I laughed and agreed. And given that the director is a fellow Baylor alumnus, I expect it not to have a sucker-punch ending.
Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east…
Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest,
Our hearts’ charity’s hearth’s fire, our thoughts’ chivalry’s throng’s Lord.
–Gerard Manley Hopkins, “The Wreck of the Deutschland”
Here’s a thought I shared elsewhere last year:
If ever you wonder why today was necessary, watch Horrible Histories.
If ever you wonder what Jesus went through, or why He was so distressed in Gethsemane that He sweat great drops of blood, watch Horrible Histories and then consider: He bore the pain of every innocent slaughtered by the cruel and bloodthirsty–and the penalty of every person who did the slaughtering. He bore the suffering of the oppressed peasant and the guilt of the oppressing noble. Every stab, every snub, every day from Adam’s fall to the world’s end, He bore the full weight from both ends for three hours after having been flogged and while being subjected to a torment that gave rise to the adjective excruciating. And then He chose when and how to give up the ghost.
There’s no way we could have saved ourselves. “But God demonstrates His love for us in this: while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Thanks be to God.