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The first fiction by upcoming author, Roderick Edwards is an exciting, nail-biting, night-frighting thriller you can read or listen to in less than 2 hours! Get it today!
A story of a man who after 50 years wakes from his amnesia life and finds his birth family. Follow along as he struggles to fit in and yet retain as much of his constructed life as he can. But more than that, this is a story of humanity. Of finding who you are at the core of your being. Of finding how hurt is often expressed as hate and love is often expressed as sacrifice.
After spending 15 years in the preterist movement and then leaving it in 2007 to become as Sam Frost once said; "the most hated person" by preterists, Roderick Edwards has finally produced the perfect introductory book for anyone who is interested in learning more about the movement and its concepts.
This no holds-barred, non-polemic, non-slanderous review will allow the reader to better understand how someone becomes a preterist and why. This is a must book for anyone engaging not only with preterists but in any theological discussion.
Learn about this theological perspective before it comes to your church or ministry. While it can stimulate discussion, it can also be a grave damage to any congregation. Historically, simply dismissing something like preterism as "heresy" only causes people to become more curious. Understand why and how anyone could conclude that "Jesus already came back" -- the main tenet of preterism.
The most certain ever. The most chaotic ever. The most depressed ever. The most happy ever. All at the same time.
I don't know the future even though I know the most past ever. Seems to be a forever blur. How can this be?
People telling me not to express this so loudly. Not so publicly. Like muffling a baby's first cry at birth.
Finding an umbilical cord that leads to blurs. Names and faces on faded photographs. Some people are barely affected by it all.
All zest for life is gone. Like reading a book to end, no desire to read another word. Not for sadness but for completion.
No, no therapist. No medication needed to talk me out of reality or numb it. Can I ever focus again? On what?
Shhh... don't tell anyone.
As some readers might know, I was adopted at age 4. For 50 years, I casually searched for my birth family but in June 2018 my state changed the law so that adoptees could submit forms that would grant identifying information if either the birth parents agree or if they were deceased. I did so and by November 2nd I received my original birth certificate with my biological mother's name. Ironically, I was adopted on November 2nd 1972. Within days I had located my "half" birth siblings. Again, both biological parents were deceased. The biological father died on my birthday in 2017. I was a year too late. Stupid humans telling other humans what they can and cannot know and do. Anyhow...
