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Misconceptions of the Wise


Rainbow (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve begun taking English composition, Psychology, and Government courses at a local university.

I am surrounded by people of all ages, with as various dreams and aspirations as the hues of the light spectrum. Yet they all manage to flow together and coexist.

For differences do not make dissonance. It is often our generalizations, reservations, and purported revelations that are inharmonious.

‘Your hands have made me and fashioned me, An intricate unity; Yet You would destroy me [1].” 

(This quotation is drawn from Job 10:8. It illustrates a point which is in itself is a misconception. See 1 Cor.)

Of all the Christian Bible, I am most continually drawn to 1 Corinthians 13, which I have drawn upon before. I would argue that it is a universally acknowledged truth, whether you are an adherent to Christianity or not. The relationally corrosive properties of selfishness are all encompassing.

13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whetherthere are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love [2].

A Parisian Medley: Photographie

Rouen-Giverny (PNG Image)

A photographic medley of France. I incorporated flowers from Monet’s Garden in Giverny and the memorial cross of Joan of Arc in Rouen. ©2012 Zechariah Barrett – All Rights Reserved.

The Spiritual Journey in Writing

This morning I sent out a message to those who have shown an interest in my novel, proclaiming the most important acknowledgement. The official name of the novel (Copyright ©2012 – All Rights Reserved) is disclosed.

8/15/2012 – 1:00AM (E-mail)

Praise be to God, I’ve completed The Labyrinth of Cosa Nostra, my long awaited (I have long awaited finishing it!) novel, at a little past midnight.

It’s been a fantastic journey, but it won’t stop here. Now I must go back and make revisions, maybe flesh out and abridge some portions, and identify all the nitty-gritty errors. Then it’ll be time to find an agent, get published, and worry not about its future.

I trust in God for this novel because I feel a great conviction to write for Him. I believe that I was guided by His Holy Spirit in my writing, that I may glorify Him through this work like many writers before me: C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkein… those who held to the truth of His Word and expanded the Church’s ministry through the world of fiction. It was an amazing feeling, having the words flow through me like they did. It’s reminiscent of my duet play, 400 Years of Silence, which I felt Christ gave me in the course a study hall period, and may soon expand upon.Above all else, through every bit of the process, in every minute of my life, I want to keep God fully involved and wholly in control. Prayerfully considering every step I take. For in it I may bring great glory to the one who sent His Son to die for me.

This is my prayer: that in my thinking, saying, writing… in all my doing, to glorify the One who made me.

One Thing Remains

At 33,487 words and eleven chapters, the primary story is completed, with only the epilogue left to wrap up which I estimate will be about three chapters long and should be finished on schedule (God willing).

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What do you see in this picture? I cropped this image from a photograph I took in Colorado. It’s the shadow of a horse named Trainer. As my book, it is not yet fully defined.


Jake looked up in trepidation at the enormous boiler before him from which all sorts of wicked mists were produced. It hissed with the malevolence of the fiercest cobra, and its inward flame roared like a hungry lion.

Burbero stood behind Jake, observing his reaction with a laugh. “Oho! It’s not all bad as that, stowaway. She grumbles like my Nonna, but has the temperament of a dove!”

Text and Image Copyright © 2012 Zechariah Barrett – All Rights Reserved

3-Pages A Day: Painstaking (at times) Progress

I’ve been focusing on my writing lately, with very little distractions in terms of media. My grandmother is self-publishing a poetry book, however, so I’ve been assisting with that. It’s amazing what time I save, simply by refraining from my daily “online check-up’s,” including blog stats and posts, side projects, monitoring sales, reading news, etc. Thus the reason for my lack of posting.

My goal has been 3-pages a day until my deadline, August 10th, which will leave me at about 156 pages, give or take. It’s been an amazing journey, and I thank God for the opportunity. Though there’ll certainly be plenty of revisions to be done after completion… side-affects of fun!

Once my novel is finished, I’ll post updates about the publishing projects, “dust off” my photography collections for posting, and perhaps even a review or two – it is part of the blog’s tagline after all.


Settling Into My Niche

Brilliant. My “Big Day” widget has at last starting counting down the days to Project Ordine, or rather what may come to be referred to as LoCN (an acronym which will make much more sense when the novel’s title is disclosed).

Progress stands at 75 pages (though not for long!).

Lately I’ve gotten into a habit of visting Barnes & Noble and lounging about writing… whilst sipping smoothies and eating scones. The atmosphere is a pleasant one, and what better than a place full of books?

In conclusion – whenever I mention my roman en cours, I feel an irresistible urge to thank Jesus Christ for the purpose given to my life, as well as the talents I pray will be utilized to their full extent for His Glory.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it. (Psalm 139:6 NKJV)

“The Plot Thickens!” The Spontaneous Creative Impulse

In my freshmen year of High School, I had a teacher who compared books to drugs for their ability to transport readers beyond their reality into a fantastical world an author has contrived.

Not the most appropriate analogy to be sure, although it left an impact on my memory. It was one of the first times I had seen such passion for the art, aside from my own, albeit expressed in a crude fashion.

For I have, since early years of literary comprehension, found reading to be a magical experience. And such an appreciation was accompanied by an insatiable desire to have more. For many years, book after book, I scoured the shelves of libraries and stores for those tomes which could suit my fancy.

Eventually, however, I grew restless, and became determined to forge my own master tale. I envisioned dwarves and little children like me, and the first manuscript I called “The Enchanted Library.” I had finally found my niche, although unrefined, until it culminated to heights I never would have dreamed. I sat amazed as the stories unraveled like a yarn, an inundation of words which no dam could withstand.

One might say it became a Spiritual experience, although I believe it to be much more than that. The fruits of the Holy Spirit within is my only explanation for such rapid acceleration in learning, and such depth in delving into a story whose end I cannot see, but is in the next moment revealed to me.

The cry of my heart is an eternal promise. Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who holds the stars in His hands, and all of life in His uncomparable mercies. Let the greatest story of all time be unveiled, and eyes be opened as the foundations of the earth are shaken. A chosen generation.

Evolutionary Theory

Lately I’ve been engaged in discussions with proponents of macro-evolution, discussing the mainstream arguments against Intelligent Design.

As a believer in Jesus Christ, and with a logical basis for my faith, I find these discussions to be edifying, rather than trying. I have met many a civil person with whom I may discuss theories. Although, I have been equally met with insulation, despite the cordiality of my statements.

It is sad indeed, when two people of opposing beliefs cannot share some sentiment of respect between each other and keep from agression.

In light of such things, I am reminded of my favorite verse in scripture:

(I Cor. – NKJV) 13 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love

Another Day Will Soon Pass

Tonight I aided my grandmother with basic computer skills, including monitoring e-mails, composing them, and adding contacts. It’s amazing what complexities we grow used to in life, and the capacity of the human brain to store such knowledge and practically apply it on a daily basis.

At around twelve or thirteen years old I was already developing and managing forums for fans of LEGO, motivated to do so after an adult fan had shut down his site. Even before that I was attempting to make video games out of Powerpoint presentations, and those diagrams I uncovered of my hopeful programs make for a great source of amusement regarding the imagination and perseverance behind it all, despite such fledgling knowledge.

Now, however, that time has brought with it maturity and even greater knowledge, I desire to use the full extent of my mental faculty for the glory of Christ, and to surround myself with people of the same pursuit.

Having studied world views, I am aware that the motivations of my readers may greatly differ. In the case of Secular Humanists (Atheists, Agnostics, [Neo]Darwinian Evolutionists, etc.), it may be the betterment of all mankind, or greater self worth. For Cosmic Humanists (New Age, Buddhism, Hinduism, etc.), attaining a better realization of their “godhood,” or supernatural wellbeing may be more likely. Having this understanding of other beliefs has benefited me greatly, and provided a better comprehension of the goals, aspirations, desires, and proceeding actions of those around me.

Note: The mission statement has been updated on “About Me.”

Beautiful Header Photography: Introduction (recipes & locations)

As readers may encounter these headers on a continual basis, I thought to provide some background information (particularly location):

Omaha Beach Cemetery – Normandy, France

Flower of Monet’s Garden: Giverny, France

Adventure Writer: Estes Park, Colorado, USA

Mont Saint Michel: Normandy, France

Goose Looking at Autumn Leaf: Litteau, Normandy, France

“Sunset Lion,” graphic alteration of lion statue: Paris, France

Christ Jesus on the Cross, Notre Dame (one of many): Rouen, France

Beef & Broccoli @ Home: Sesame seed oil, soy sauce, vegetable oil (or butter), sea salt, chicken soup broth, paired with rice or ramen noodles.

Beautiful Blue Sky and Pure White Clouds: Midwest, USA

Nestle Tollhouse Chocolate Chip Cookies @ Home (oats omitted from recipe)

Le Pigeonnier: Litteau, Normandy, France.

Omaha Beach Cemetery, “Forever Hallowed…” Memorial: Normandy France

“Dreamy Mountaintops” – Colorado, USA