This is the first posting to my Blog in quite some time. I have given thought to what I want to write about on a daily basis. And here it is. I am going to write about current events from a Judaeo-Christian point of view. I am going to research each issue carefully. For example: there are thousands of words already written about the great oil spill. Ninety percent (if not 100 percent) are based on nothing but politics. The right wing conservative nut cases talk not from any knowledge of science and the left wing crazies are even worse. They see this issue as one more weapon to attack everybody from Ms. Palin to the oil companies to Rush Lim., to George Bush and his former Vice President. By the way, Mr. President (Bush), have you taken up scuba diving? I certainly hope not because the mayor of New York will blame you for the exploding oil well.
Anyway, tomorrow, perhaps I can throw out some words that make sense. I will try.
Arnie Daner -- it's about what is moral and ethical --
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Today's fiction: Unbelievable characters.
Have you read Vince Flynn...lately. I have read all of his material; every single page. And while I admire the man's abilities and work ethic, I have come to the end of my rope regarding "Mitch Rapp," the author's SUPER-SUPER HERO. Come on, Vince, Rapp is simply not believable. How about developing a real hero; someone who must live with the emotional baggage of our times. Someone who questions his actions, decides issues with a sense of reality and morality, and is forced by circumstances to resolve conflicts with courage and vision.
Vince, check out the hero of my novel "Fall From Grace" -- His name is Ben Brice. He is real.
Vince, check out the hero of my novel "Fall From Grace" -- His name is Ben Brice. He is real.
Monday, March 8, 2010
TEXAS BORDER SHERIFF -- EXCERPT
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NO MATTER HOW many pain pills John Novak ate, the throbbing in his hand wouldn't quit. Nor could he rid himself of the well of fear that was eating through the bottom of his stomach, day in and day out.
And now the fear was in his conversation with Angelo Rizzo, inside his elegant beachfront office. Novak realized how helpless he was in dealing with the situation he himself had created. The smell of fear rose from his armpits and permeated the space around his desk. He couldn't believe that only three weeks ago Reverend Cooper had been a name without a face, the mention of which would cause him to yawn.
"Cooper wants a half million from you," Angelo said, slumped comfortably in a white leather chair. He was dressed in golf slacks, a print shirt and sandals.
"He blames me for the loss of his soul," Novak said.
"Cooper doesn't have one. How can he blame you for losing it?"
"Because he's crazy."
Angelo studied the back of his hands. "You just sat there and let Cooper cut off your finger? That's hard to believe, John."
NO MATTER HOW many pain pills John Novak ate, the throbbing in his hand wouldn't quit. Nor could he rid himself of the well of fear that was eating through the bottom of his stomach, day in and day out.
And now the fear was in his conversation with Angelo Rizzo, inside his elegant beachfront office. Novak realized how helpless he was in dealing with the situation he himself had created. The smell of fear rose from his armpits and permeated the space around his desk. He couldn't believe that only three weeks ago Reverend Cooper had been a name without a face, the mention of which would cause him to yawn.
"Cooper wants a half million from you," Angelo said, slumped comfortably in a white leather chair. He was dressed in golf slacks, a print shirt and sandals.
"He blames me for the loss of his soul," Novak said.
"Cooper doesn't have one. How can he blame you for losing it?"
"Because he's crazy."
Angelo studied the back of his hands. "You just sat there and let Cooper cut off your finger? That's hard to believe, John."
Warmth of the Sun
On March 16, 2010 I plan to leave for an extended trip to Arizona and New Mexico. Into the warmth of beautiful early morning sunrises and even more beautiful sunsets. When I watch the sun drop behind the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, my inner self changes. You see, these mountains were named hundreds of years ago; Sangre de Cristo means" The Blood of Christ."
I have lived with depression, loneliness and emotional pain for decades. However, in recent years I have turned my life over to a higher power. I choose to call that Higher Power--God. And I have come to understand and appreciate the power of God's Love and unconditional forgiveness.
I view my upcoming journey as a spiritual quest. An extended period of time to read, pray, and enter some of the most incredible land on earth. I will begin a second novel; one that will be set in the mountains of Northern New Mexico, and the desert surrounding Sliprock Arizona. It will center around one man's journey from darkness to light. Perhaps it will even mimic my own travels and those of others who have been born again in the light of the Lord...washed in the Blood of the Lamb.
I ask my readers to say a tiny prayer that God will protect me and that the Holy Spirit will guide my words. I will post my daily writing on this site.
Arnold H. Daner
I have lived with depression, loneliness and emotional pain for decades. However, in recent years I have turned my life over to a higher power. I choose to call that Higher Power--God. And I have come to understand and appreciate the power of God's Love and unconditional forgiveness.
I view my upcoming journey as a spiritual quest. An extended period of time to read, pray, and enter some of the most incredible land on earth. I will begin a second novel; one that will be set in the mountains of Northern New Mexico, and the desert surrounding Sliprock Arizona. It will center around one man's journey from darkness to light. Perhaps it will even mimic my own travels and those of others who have been born again in the light of the Lord...washed in the Blood of the Lamb.
I ask my readers to say a tiny prayer that God will protect me and that the Holy Spirit will guide my words. I will post my daily writing on this site.
Arnold H. Daner
TEXAS BORDER SHERIFF -- EXCERPT
SCENE CONTINUED-CHAPTER TEN-IN MOTEL ROOM--SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
She was on her knees, her eyes welling with tears. She felt his (professional killer) hand grasp hers and lift her arm into the air. Her fingernails bit into her palm. She had heard stories of people who did it in a warm bathtub and supposedly felt no pain. They just went to sleep as the water turned red around them. She wondered if it would be like that. Then she felt his thumb dig into her palm and peel back her fingers.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"You go into the brightness of the sun. You go into its whiteness and warmth and let it consume you. When you come out you will be pure of spirit. You will never have to be afraid again."
She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held on to it.
"Did you here me?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
He placed five hundred-dollar bills across her palm and folded her fingers on them. "The Greyhound for Los Angeles leaves in the morning. In no time you'll be in Albuquerque, and you'll see what I mean. You'll go west into the sun across a beautiful countryside, a place that's like the world was on the day God created light. The person you were when you walked into this room won't exist anymore."
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she lost a shoe. But she did not stop to pick it up.
END OF SCENE
She was on her knees, her eyes welling with tears. She felt his (professional killer) hand grasp hers and lift her arm into the air. Her fingernails bit into her palm. She had heard stories of people who did it in a warm bathtub and supposedly felt no pain. They just went to sleep as the water turned red around them. She wondered if it would be like that. Then she felt his thumb dig into her palm and peel back her fingers.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"You go into the brightness of the sun. You go into its whiteness and warmth and let it consume you. When you come out you will be pure of spirit. You will never have to be afraid again."
She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held on to it.
"Did you here me?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
He placed five hundred-dollar bills across her palm and folded her fingers on them. "The Greyhound for Los Angeles leaves in the morning. In no time you'll be in Albuquerque, and you'll see what I mean. You'll go west into the sun across a beautiful countryside, a place that's like the world was on the day God created light. The person you were when you walked into this room won't exist anymore."
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she lost a shoe. But she did not stop to pick it up.
END OF SCENE
Sunday, March 7, 2010
TEXAS BORDER SHERIFF -- EXCERPT
PREFACE CONTINUE -- In December, 1846, the Congress of the Republic of Texas passed a law providing that then President Sam Houston raise a battalion of 380 riflemen to enable the Rangers to expand their operations and enforce the law throughout the border area, including the counties of: Gonzalez, Bastrop, Robertson, and Milan. A year later the force was again expanded; to 500 men and their protection now included San Patricio, Goliad and Refugio counties.
It was in 1841 that the Brice family established their place in the Texas Rangers.
IN THE YEAR of our Lord, 2010, several characters were running amok and creating mayhem in South Central Texas. These people would have done well to understand that they were about to confront a tall man in his seventies. A man who carried a Samuel Colt .45 revolver on his hip and wore a gold badge on his uniform shirt.
The man's name was Ben Brice. That they knew nothing of this man resulted in their ultimate destruction.
END OF PREFACE
It was in 1841 that the Brice family established their place in the Texas Rangers.
IN THE YEAR of our Lord, 2010, several characters were running amok and creating mayhem in South Central Texas. These people would have done well to understand that they were about to confront a tall man in his seventies. A man who carried a Samuel Colt .45 revolver on his hip and wore a gold badge on his uniform shirt.
The man's name was Ben Brice. That they knew nothing of this man resulted in their ultimate destruction.
END OF PREFACE
TEXAS BORDER SHERIFF -- EXCERPT
"Come closer," he said. ("He" being a professional killer)
"I don't want to."
"You need to, Janet. We don't get to choose the moment of our births or the hour of our deaths. There are few junctures in life when we actually make decisions that mean anything. The real challenge is accepting our fate."
"Please," she said. "Please, please, please."
"Get on your knees if you want. It's all right. But don't beg. No matter what else you do in this world, don't beg."
"Not in the face, sir. Please."
"I don't want to."
"You need to, Janet. We don't get to choose the moment of our births or the hour of our deaths. There are few junctures in life when we actually make decisions that mean anything. The real challenge is accepting our fate."
"Please," she said. "Please, please, please."
"Get on your knees if you want. It's all right. But don't beg. No matter what else you do in this world, don't beg."
"Not in the face, sir. Please."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
