The Skip in the Record There are days when nothing moves. You work and sweat and push, and nothing changes. You try harder, and it only gets worse. You feel like a man stuck in mud—fighting it only pulls you deeper.When that happens, most men grow bitter. They curse. They lash out. They fight the world like it owes them something.But I learned a

The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t