Laughter is salvific, so I try not to take myself too seriously. But I like to think seriously about serious things. I guess you could say I'm a bundle of paradoxes.
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Born and raised in the mountains of Appalachia, my life has been something of a slow trek westward. I studied theology at the Moody Bible Institute in Chicago and received a bachelor's degree. Then I relocated to Dallas Theological Seminary and completed a Master of Theology, concentrating in systematic theology and the exposition of biblical books. My interests are eclectic and varied, but I have maintained a lifelong love affair with storytelling across different mediums. For me, filmmaking is just one more means of keeping that flame burning.
  • Writer (5 Credits)
    Bonded
    Screenplay
    Rappaccini's Daughter
    Screenplay
    The Lost Son
    Screenplay
    White Fell
    Screenplay
    Mare2021
    Short
  • Director (1 Credit)
    Mare2021
    Short
Quarterfinalist
White Fell
ScreenCraft True Story & Public Domain Competition 2020
Semifinalist
Rappaccini's Daughter
SWN Screenplay Competition Goldman Award
Semifinalist
Rappaccini's Daughter
Filmmatic Drama Screenplay Awards Season 6
Semifinalist
The Lost Son
Screencraft Horror Competition 2020
College
Moody Bible Institute
Theology (BA)
20132016
College
Dallas Theological Seminary
Theology (ThM)
20172021
Birth Date
June 14
Birth City
Pikeville, Kentucky
Hometown
South Williamson, Kentucky
Gender
Male
"An hour's conversation on literature between two ardent minds with a common devotion to a neglected poet is a miraculous road to intimacy."
- Charles Williams, War in Heaven
"But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."
- C. S. Lewis, dedication to Lucy Barfield in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
“When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer. To live by grace means to acknowledge my whole life story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side I learn who I am and what God's grace means. As Thomas Merton put it, 'A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.'"
- Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
"Fairy tales, then, are not responsible for producing in children fear, or any of the shapes of fear; fairy tales do not give the child the idea of the evil or the ugly; that is in the child already, because it is in the world already. Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon."
- G. K. Chesterton, "The Red Angel," Tremendous Trifles
"Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness."
- David Foster Wallace, This is Water
"My deepest awareness of myself is that I am deeply loved by Jesus Christ and I have done nothing to earn it or deserve it."
- Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
"Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun; and every evening, 'Do it again' to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore."
- G. K. Chesterton, "The Ethics of Elfland," Orthodoxy
"Ah, you don't comprehend, friend John. Do not think that I am not sad, though I laugh. See, I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, 'May I come in?' is not the true laughter. No! he is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person; he choose no time of suitability. He say, 'I am here.' Behold, in example I grieve my heart out for that so sweet young girl; I give my blood for her, though I am old and worn; I give my time, my skill, my sleep; I let my other sufferers want that so she may have all. And yet I can laugh at her very grave—laugh when the clay from the spade of the sexton drop upon her coffin and say 'Thud! thud!' to my heart, till it send back the blood from my cheek. My heart bleed for that poor boy—that dear boy, so of the age of mine own boy had I been so blessed that he live, and with his hair and eyes the same. There, you know now why I love him so. And yet when he say things that touch my husband-heart to the quick, and make my father-heart yearn to him as to no other man—not even to you, friend John, for we are more level in experiences than father and son—yet even at such moment King Laugh he come to me and shout and bellow in my ear, 'Here I am! here I am!' till the blood come dance back and bring some of the sunshine that he carry with him to my cheek. Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall—all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. And believe me, friend John, that he is good to come, and kind. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again; and we bear to go on with our labour, what it may be."
- Bram Stoker, Dracula
Laughter is salvific, so I try not to take myself too seriously. But I like to think seriously about serious things. I guess you could say I'm a bundle of paradoxes.
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