Proverbs 15: 1 “A soft answer turner away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” “I want to thank Sean McDowel ( www.seanmcdowell.org ) and Steve Dabbs ( stevedabbs.org ) for the conversation on Deliverance Ministry.”  Moose settles in at the helm of the CS01, space-water in hand, top popped, bubbles bursting.  CS01’s engines hum, purring.  Dark sick taint, inky blackness, continues to seep from the ship’s circuits.  Art-bot rests in the corner.  Q-bot sits ready, powering

Daniel 1: 1-8 “In the third year of the reign of Jehoiakim king of Judah, Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came to Jerusalem and besieged it.  And the Lord gave Jehoiakim king of Judah into his hand, with some of the articles of the house of God, which he carried into the land of Shinar to the house of his god; and he brought the articles into the treasure house of his god.” “So.  Daniel.”  Moose sips his coffee, the inky blackness infecting the ship was dissipating, for now. 

Proverbs 3 : 1–10 “My son, do not forget my law, but let your heart keep my commands; for length of days and long life and peace they will add to you.  Let not mercy and truth forsake you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart, and so find favor and high esteem in the sight of God and man.  Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.  Do not be wis

James 1: 2-8 “My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.  But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect an complete, lacking nothing.  If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.  But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. 

2 Timothy 3: 16-17 “All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work.” “It strikes me,” Moose says as he settles at the helm, sipping a cup of coffee, images of cats dancing around the sides of the steaming mug.  “It strike me every time that this Word reminds us that all Scripture is given by inspiration of G

Philippians 4: 4-9 “Rejoice in the Lord always.  Again I will say, rejoice!  Let your gentleness be known to all men.  The Lord is at hand.  Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.  Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just,

Genesis 1: 1 “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” “Stay with me here,” Moose says from the helm, voice calm but carrying that slow weight of thought.  The glow from the consoles paints one side of his face blue, the other gold, a chiaroscuro of logic and faith.  “We can only measure what we can see,” he continues, fingers drumming absently beside the cup.  “But there’s more than we can see — and we’ve got no idea how much we can’t see.  Because we can’t s

Romans 12: 1-2 “I beseech you therefore brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.  And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of you mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.” Moose sits at the helm, the ship humming soft beneath him like a prayer half-spoken.  A steaming cup of coffee rests within arm’s rea

Proverbs 10 : 14 “Wise people store up knowledge, but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.” “So,” Moose says, hopping back into the helm, “titles.”  The commissary down the hallway of the ship gleams — clean, quiet, ready for dinner.  The hum of the ship’s life systems thrums like a heartbeat beneath the deck. “They can be an iron cage, or they can be a monkey swing set.”  He pauses, tugging at the brim of his red cap.  “Even that which is untitled is untitled for a

Proverbs 27 : 23–27 “Be diligent to know the state of your flocks, and attend to your herds; for riches are not forever, nor does a crown endure to all generations.  When the hay is removed, and the tender grass shows itself, and the herbs of the mountains are gathered in, the lambs will provide your clothing, and the goats the price of a field; you shall have enough goats’ milk for your food, for the food of your household, and the nourishment of your maidservants.” Moose wr

Romans 13: 1-8 “Let every soul be subject to the governing authorities.  For there is no authority except from God, and the authorities that exist are appointed by God.  Therefore whoever resists the authority resists the ordinance of God, and those who resist will bring judgment on themselves.  For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to evil.  Do you want to be unafraid of the authority?  Do what is good, and you will have praise from the same.  For he is God’s minist

Proverbs 24: 1-4 “He that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.  When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn.  Whoso loveth wisdom rejoiceth his father: but he that keepeth company with harlots spendeth his substance.  The king by judgment, establisheth the land: but he that receiveth gifts overthroweth it.” “Ok. Initial thoughts?”  Moose takes a sip from a

Proverbs 9 : 7–9 “He who corrects a scoffer gets shame for himself, and he who rebukes a wicked man only harms himself.  Do not correct a scoffer, lest he hate you; rebuke a wise man, and he will love you.  Give instruction to a wise man, and he will be still wiser; teach a just man, and he will increase in learning.” Moose makes his way to the helm, trench coat swaying, blue jeans belted snug, white Pumas clopping against the deck plates. The red driver’s cap sits low, brim

2 Timothy 3 : 16–17 “All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work.” “Good to hear a familiar voice,” Moose says over the comms.  He floats outside the CS01, a soldering iron glowing in one hand, the black-bound Bible drifting near the other like a small satellite.  Frayed wires halo the hull around him, ea

Moose makes his way to the airlock, boots ringing hollow on the metal grating.  The hum of the ship follows him—a heartbeat in steel.  He tugs the suit from its rack, shoulders rolling as he works it on, the fabric whispering against itself.  Every buckle, every clasp, every hiss of the seals feels like ritual.  The helmet comes last.  He lowers it over his red driver’s cap, the glass catching the blue glow of the airlock lights.  The sound of the seal closing is soft, final—

The helm of the CS01 exploded in sparks—flames licked at the consoles, ducts coughed smoke into the blue-lit storm.  Titus had blown her circuits again, but this time… this time there was something different.  The readouts pulsed with crimson hearts, the screens flickering like living things, whispering static hymns in binary tongues—machine prayer gone rogue. Moose threw back his head and laughed—wild, bright, uncontainable.  His voice rang against the steel, caught in the h

“The Theory of the Epic Mundane,” Moose said from the helm, leaning back in his chair.  The soft hum of the CS01 wrapped around him like an old song.  His coffee steamed beside the console, the scent threading through the recycled air.  A single Bible lay open across his spiral notebooks, a pen resting just above a margin note that hadn’t been written yet.  CS01’s readout flickered, text half-forming, half-fading as her circuits spun. “The Theory of the Epic Mundane,” she ech

Moose finished the last weld and eased back, watching the dull orange of the seal fade to cool silver.  The patch would hold.  CS01 was steady again — wires patched, circuits free, the hum returning to its low, familiar rhythm.  Her paint, though, was another story.  The hull bore the scars of light and heat, a constellation of burns spread across her skin. Nothing he could fix out here.  He stood a moment longer, tether swaying gently behind him, gazing out over the curve of

A spark leapt from the open panel and spat against the hull, lighting Moose’s visor in a brief, electric flare.  He blinked, half startled, half amused.  The comms popped back to life inside his suit, a wash of static parting like mist before CS01’s voice broke through — bright, confident, alive. “I am here, Captain! Ready to work!” Beyond them, not-so-infinite space unfolded — light-years of distant galaxies swirling slow, the hum of creation playing out across the stars.  M

The hum of CS01’s nuclear engines was soft and steady — a low, warm buzz that carried through the bones of the ship and greeted Moose as he woke.  It was a sound older than comfort, one that had become his sunrise.  In space, there is no dawn.  No birdsong or breeze, no light sliding through a window to coax a man awake.  There is only the steady thrum of machinery and the soft glitter of faraway stars — a distant choir of frozen suns singing hymns no ear can hear. Almost inf