The Story I Almost Didn’t Tell
Dear Christian, I'm sorry my books offended you. I almost didn't release these books. That's right. When I started writing The Promised One, it was for fun. A labor of love. But I had no intention of releasing it. No, not because I didn't think it was good enough, or because I was suffering from imposter syndrome. I almost didn't release this book because I knew I was going to take the series in a direction that most of my
This Blood / O The Blood
Easter is on its way... let's get some church™ up in here. If you remember a few posts ago (read: tons of posts ago), I got to sing this with the great Rita Springer herself when I was part of the choir at Gateway Church. To this day, that is THE single most powerful performance I've ever been a part of. Now, I'm no Rita, but I tried to do her justice. She's a legend.
Rescue
I get asked about this one a lot. After all, it's an incredible song by a phenomenal singer. I'm not mad about covering it, but here's to hoping I did it justice.
His Eye is On the Sparrow
I'm an '80s kid. I cut my teeth on Sister Act and Sister Act II. So of course, I had to sing one of my favorites from the movies. Because in these uncertain times, it's a reminder I needed.
The Perdurables – Chapter One
Notice: Contains adult language and thematic violence. Reader discretion advised. Chapter I The attacks always happened in the open air—the wind in her face, the skies clear and cool, and she a target, a beacon. A fool. She banked left hard, dodging a branch as she made for the cover under the canopy. She flew as hard as her wings could carry her, not daring to risk the time it might cost her just to look over her shoulder, to
The Perdurables // Official Trailer
It's here, my friends! The official trailer for The Perdurables, The Chalam Færytales Book IV is out! I'm so excited to share this one with you. It's a book I never planned to write, but a story that wouldn't quit hounding me until I gave it its day in the sun. So without further ado, I present to you the latest trailer, my friends. Enjoy!
Wicked Game
I've always loved this song. From the time I was young, it would come on the radio and I would stop just to listen to its haunting melody. Its hypnotic repetition. Its romance and its heartbreak. Fast forward to my writing days and I find my characters within the depths of songs. This one for me is the song of Michael and Delaney. It's their story—hers and his. So I decided I should sing it for them. It's only fair
When Did We Start Demanding Miracles?
It is not great faith to demand something of God. Let me repeat that. It is not great faith to demand God to do anything. But that's what's happening today. And the #WakeUpOlive movement is only a symptom of a much bigger, and much more terrifying problem in the modern Church. A Worldwide Movement A few days ago, my Instagram feed started to fill with post after post from prominent Christian leaders. All of them cried out in great faith,
Non Sequitur: You Would Have Made a Fine Grand Duke
I thought I'd try something new. A way to share with you my WIPs without giving away spoilers or plot points. So I'm calling this "Non Sequiturs." A place in which I share with you random bits from current projects for you to get a sample of raw, unedited manuscripts, whilst simultaneously peering behind the curtain of what it's like to write a novel. So today, I bring you this Non Sequitur, lovingly entitled: You Would Have Made A Fine
The Parallax – Chapter Five
Chapter V "Where is she?” the king asked Michael. After sharing the news with his friends and taking a few moments to let them reel, he had asked Michael to call a council meeting so he could meet with the people who helped run this kingdom. To tell them that damning truth, too. “She said she would be here,” Michael responded, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ferryl. The king’s council room buzzed with advisors—lords and dukes from around the kingdom
The Parallax – Chapter Four
Chapter IV The carriage bumped and jolted down the gravel drive, but Adelaide’s hand rested firmly in her husband’s. The dreary clouds hung low, a blanket of gray over the city of Benalle, casting silvery light through the window and onto Ferryl’s unruly locks. The castle loomed before them, great white stone halls flanked by towering turrets that looked as if they staked the castle to the edge of the cliffs. The black-and-white flag of Navah flew proudly at each
The Parallax – Chapter Three
Chapter III General Titus Melamed made his way down the busy streets of the little village near his home. Cobblestones and dirt combined to make a mess of the roads during the wet, cold winter that had settled in northern Midvar. He passed by the apothecary he had visited frequently in the last few weeks, procuring tonics for his wife’s aches and pains. All part of a normal pregnancy, she had promised. He prayed to the gods every day that
Short Reads
God Told Me: An Immediate Red Flag
I have come to hear “God told me” as an immediate red flag.
There is an innate arrogance in assuming that you are hearing the voice of God and not your own. It’s exceptionally important to filter even your own “gut feelings” through scripture and wise counsel every time, no matter what. Because what you’re convinced is God Himself might very well be nothing more than your own ambition, selfish heart, or even a demonic influence.
Self-Evaluation is Key
Let me just say: if you go to a church where questions are either prohibited, ignored, or stonewalled, find another church. A healthy person — leader or otherwise — is always willing to self-examine. Questions asked for the right reasons are not threats, they are an opportunity to evaluate. If a leader can’t or won’t do that, it should tell you everything you need to know.
The Fall of the Evangelical Industrial Complex is Looming…
Unlike 15 years ago with the Hawkins lawsuit…
…Daystar cannot control the narrative and get out ahead of stories with a spin of “extortion” and “blackmail” anymore. In the age of social media, podcasters, YouTube, and even armchair observers, there is no more tight control of the narrative.
The same is true for legacy media, and we are watching their demise in real time.
We’re watching the fall of the Evangelical Industrial Complex, too.
It is good that tightly-knit organizations that protect each other at the expense of truth, justice, and morality should fall publicly and painfully.
In the same way that they’re retaliating against Elon Musk by keying Tesla owners’ cars, the Christian media is organizing “anonymous” accounts for smear campaigns, doxxing, and intimidation. It’s the same tactic — and it’s a tactic that only proves one thing: they’re losing.
Unlike 15 years ago with the Hawkins lawsuit, Daystar cannot control the narrative and get out ahead of stories with a spin of “extortion” and “blackmail” anymore. In the age of social media, podcasters, YouTube, and even armchair observers, there is no more tight control of the…
— Morgan G Farris, Loquacious Curmudgeon (@MorganGFarris) April 1, 2025
A Tale of Two Responses
I know there are many who are still very angry with Gateway after the fall of Robert Morris…
…but when I look at that situation versus what’s happening at Daystar, I cannot help but notice some important differences.
Once Cindy made her story public, people within the Gateway organization instigated an independent, thirty-party investigation into her claims and found that not only was Robert guilty, but he had people help him hide the truth. All of those people were forced to leave Gateway, including Robert Morris.
In contrast, when Jonathan and Suzy Lamb made their story public, Daystar refused to allow an independent, third-party investigation and continued to double down by ignoring the outcry of a child and insisting on the innocence of a man who has not been properly investigated or exonerated. To top it off, they have now gone on an internet witch hunt, blackmailing people and harassing anyone who speaks out.
Color me naive, but I’ll take Gateway’s response all day long over what Daystar is doing.
It’s Not a Worship Song
This is going to ruffle feathers, but the majority of songs touted as worship songs today are not, in fact, worship songs. Most of them are focused on us, what we get out of God, and how God makes us feel.
That isn’t worship. That’s hedonism. I’m looking at you, Brandon Lake.
The Erosion of Worship Lyrics
We went from singing lyrics like:
Then sings my soul my Savior God to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art
To:
You didn’t want heaven without us
So Jesus, you brought heaven down
Or:
I’ll bring my hard-fought, heartfelt
Been through hell hallelujah
Or:
I want to sit at your feet, drink from the cup in your hands
Lay back against you and breathe, feel your heartbeat
We’ve taken our sacred spaces where we praise the Creator of the universe for His glory and goodness and turned them into places where we tell God what we want from Him next. Church, we must return to true praise in Spirit and in Truth and abandon the hedonism that has infiltrated the holy place.
You’re Not Following Christ
If you’re following Christ because a TV preacher told you you’d be blessed, you’re not following Christ, you’re following your desires.
Biblical Prosperity
Perhaps the prosperity that the Prosperity Gospel Peddlers tout is rooted in a capitalist view of what is good for us. Perhaps the prosperity God promises throughout the Bible is one for our souls, not simply our means. Perhaps when God says he will provide all that we need, it might be manna, not a steak dinner.
