Ever since I can remember, I have been drawn to mystery stories.

In my second year of Biblical Archaeology studies, I was tasked with finding the potential comparisons for a ceramic head.

Drink the water is clear Drink the water is good Drink and your soul will never thirst again Standing at the well Believing to be an outcast Why did I have to speak with This stranger in the Noonday sun? Where is your husband? Where is your partner? Where is your Savior? Falling to the ground The sand and dirt in my fingernails I did not realize that The King of Kings Had come to live among the people Go tell your family Go tell your friends Go in peace, daughter, and weep n

A deep dive into the character of Frodo when he takes the ring at the end of the story.

Here is my presentation about the book of Chronicles and the historical setting surrounding its creation. Let me know if you enjoy this type of video. I can make more around my previous papers if you are interested!

I rested The great rebellion against The machine Of this encroaching giant Of mechanisms and technology I rested Despite the due dates and late payment. In the enemy’s camp I did not lift one Finger I rested the trees sway easily Against he breeze of the Anointed one as he Descends from the sky I rested Great trumpets sounded In the east Toward Jerusalem For the King had come Only then, I rose.

A poem from Shall Fear No Evil

My archaeological analysis of Iron Age I Philistine temples reveals cultural mixing, not destruction. Examining monumental temple complexes at Beth Shean and domestic shrines across the Southern Levant, I discovered continuity between Late Bronze Age and Iron Age cultic sites. Mycenaean pottery mixed with Philistine-Canaanite wares proves blended identity. Biblical narratives oversimplify reality—archaeology shows gradual cultural transition, diverse worship practices, comple

A poem from Shall Fear No Evil

“Seek and you shall find ask and the door shall be opened to you.” My maker whispered to me in the crying hours of the ancient noontime sun I blinked and wiped away the caking mud from the corners of my mouth ”I’m thirsty” was all I could muster manage with the part of the spirit that was trapped within Water poured from your fingertips wetted my lips and mouth You say again and again “I am the living water Drink and you will never thirst again.” This poem is from my chapboo

I studied how the Byzantine Empire used church architecture to display power. By analyzing the Round Church at Scythopolis—built on the city's highest point—I discovered how location and design communicated authority. Through my calculations, I proved the church could support a dome visible across the landscape. My findings show that Byzantine rulers merged religious and political power, using monumental buildings to control social space and assert dominance in their eastern

I studied Byzantine power through the Round Church at Scythopolis. Using architectural analysis, I calculated the dome's structural feasibility. My research proves the church's acropolis location and visible dome weren't accidental; they were tools of symbolic power. By applying Bourdieu's theory, I show how the Byzantine Empire merged religious authority with political control, using monumental architecture to dominate social space and assert territorial dominance.

A poem from Shall Fear No Evil

When we practice remembering, we see life more clearly and notice God’s quiet work in our days. That’s the power of recall.

Lately, I have felt that something in my heart was off for a while. Maybe you all have experienced this before. There is an unease and irritation that starts to fill your thoughts. At first, it is almost unnoticed by your mind and heart. You go about your day and feel off, but you’re not exactly sure why. All of a sudden, everything is annoying. The sun is annoying, the clouds are bad and the things and people you used to smile at charmingly have become a real source of agit

He walks along, the great wise lion Shall I take a drink?

“But why did you do it this way?” The question sits in the air as my tutor student looks at me. They are thinking of how to answer my...

My heart did hear the Father’s voice In a land of deep, deep dark And there in lie my very own choice My heart did hear the Father’s...

In this post, the author reflects on an unstructured summer break, exploring the tension between laziness and productivity. While society and even the church condemn laziness, she realizes that simply adding more work isn’t the solution. Instead, she turns to Jesus’ invitation to rest and draw near to Him. By focusing on her relationship with Christ rather than output or recognition, she finds a deeper cure for her weariness and lazy tendencies, inviting readers to examine th

As a lover of hikes, I wanted to share a few tips that help make hiking fun, safe, and an activity you’ll want to do again and again. So...