In The Beginning Was The Word.

God woke one morning and after stretching, then breathing in the pure unadulterated heavenly air, finally accepted the inevitable. Ruefully he announced to the assembled Angels that the obvious had come to him overnight, whilst asleep.

“My word is not reaching enough souls, and although The Bible is read, it is not adhered to, nor followed by as many as I had hoped. We have, as you know, many and varied outlets, but they are not sufficient nor effective enough.

The way things are at the moment I might as well be on Face Book, or Twitter, for the amount of notice that is taken of me!”

Although I am being sarcastic in this post, it does have a message. The vast majority of people in this world actively participate on social forums rather than follow the teachings of Christ, and I’m not excluding myself from their number.

It appears strange to me that we have more faith in the power of internet mediums that we do in Biblical ones.

Could this be true?

As freedom is relative, and happiness simply an illusion. Is total exploitation the answer, and the final solution?

Advertisements

About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
This entry was posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s