…is chronicled in The Alpha And The Omega. Or at least, that’s what I thought when I was a fervent Christian.
My father is Methodist and my mother practices Shinto. So naturally, I became a Southern Baptist. (Being brought up in the Bible Belt during my formative years may have had something to do with it too.)
In second grade, I literally cried with joy when I was Saved at Grace Baptist Church.
Living in the dorms at Cal Poly, my standard greeting to strangers was “Hey, would you like to hear about how I met Christ?” (Though, I did pass on the occasional invitation from my fellow collegiate Christians to protest at the local Planned Parenthood.)
When the Bible stated God created the Heavens and the Earth in six days, I believed it was six days. Not a figurative “biblical day” that equaled an epoch of a billion, or even a thousand, years. No, six fucking days. Because my God, an infinitely-powerful god, could easily create the entire universe in less than a week.
So when I came up with the idea of writing a book about the impending End Times, it was easy. To me, the plot of The Alpha And The Omega wasn’t fiction: it was cautionary non-fiction. It was how I earnestly thought the world was going to end…
To be continued…
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