This past Sunday I taught a bible study lesson for a wonderful group of people via South Main Baptist Church. The title of the lesson was, Comic Books: An American Mythology. It started out exactly like you’d expect – “Hi, My name is Seth, I write comic books and here is how they have affected…
Author: CS Humble
The Incorruptible Son
In the first act of Star Wars: A New Hope, Luke Skywalker takes nineteen steps toward the desolate horizon emblazoned by a binary sunset. The audience, ushered forward by John Williams’ score, sees a longing in Luke that the more elderly viewer knows is afforded to only the very young. As time passes in our…
A Multitude of Infirmities, Part III: The Weapons of Dereliction
Everyone goes away. In our lives we are forced to deal with death. Death – when the strings of a human instrument are cut loose, and all the music from that glorious vessel suddenly ceases to harmonize with our own melody. And for the rest of our lives we think on how sweet the lifesong…
Brad Ellison – Zen Baptist, Writing Mentor, and Chosen Brother
This is Brad Ellison – Yeah. Drink up all that ferocity for a minute. Don’t worry if you feel like he’s kicking your courage in the teeth, it’s okay, that’s the normal mammalian reaction to such a predatory visage. Take comfort in this, dear friends: The first time I met Brad was at the Karaoke…
A Multitude of Infirmities, Part II: The Poison of Loneliness
Part II: The Poison of Lonliness by C.S. Humble Hell is other people. – Jean-Paul Sartre “What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.” – T.S. Eliot One of the challenges of…
A Multitude of Infirmities, Part I – The Armor of Vainglory
Part I – The Armor of Vainglory by C.S. Humble “Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need. ” ― Khalil Gibran If Wrath is the fruit of all my infirmities, then Pride is the root. Most people have a whole spectrum of emotions that they experience each…
Rev. Kevin Sinclair the Hospitaller
Since March the Twenty-Second, Two-Thousand and Fourteen, Anno Domini, I have been living with my friend: Reverend Kevin Ray Sinclair in Houston. My time in communal living with him is coming to an end on May 31st, even though I now live in Houston and will be able to see him, the bond that we…
I Am My Right Hand
by C.S. Humble- You don’t know this about me, but I was born left-handed. Then, for some antiquated reason, my teachers in elementary school told me that I didn’t want to be left-handed, that I should be right-handed. Since I was seven years old, I’m fairly sure that I didn’t give the left/right hand debate…
Hands
Hands On my twelfth birthday my Uncle Doug handed me a box wrapped in paper that I was certain had been crafted from volcanic glass. The gift, wrapped in a shining mirror of moonlight, reflected the dull, whiskey colored light flowing from the overhead fan in my Grandmother’s guest room. There was a giant, blue…
The Man In My Basement
The Man In My Basement by C.S. Humble PREFACE – The human vessel has been compared to countless nouns and suggested to exist in even more states. Some of the analogies or beliefs are simple in phrase, yet titanic and revolutionary in concept. Plato told his philosopher brethren that the human soul was bicameral –…