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Words of the Week: That’s Not My Story – But It Could’ve Been
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Words of the Week: That’s Not My Story – But It Could’ve Been

Brian W. Carter, Contributing WriterNovember 6, 2019

My name is Brian Wellington Carter. I am a native of Los Angeles and received my education from private schools and colleges most of my life. I am a creative writer and journalist who enjoys sci-fi and fantasy. My name is Brian Wellington Carter and I could’ve easily been the next Charles Manson. Or Jeffery Dhamer. Or Ted Bundy. Or the unknown pedophile breaking young lives across the country. What I’m trying to say is because I was born in sin and shaped iniquity, I could’ve been a monster — but, because of the grace of God and the blood

Words of the Week – When Despair, Pain and Misery Come… Jesus Will Answer! – Part 3
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Words of the Week – When Despair, Pain and Misery Come… Jesus Will Answer! – Part 3

Brian W. Carter, Contributing WriterOctober 2, 2019

 “Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.” -Psalm 126:5-6 I remember feeling lost after my father passed away, kind of like losing a compass and having no direction. Not hearing his voice in the house was strange — not hearing the Volvo roll into the driveway, his laugh, which was hearty or hearing him sing to himself — which I’m fondly remembering as I write this article. I missed my Dad greatly. My sister’s death left me

Words of the Week – When Despair, Pain and Misery Come – Part II
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Words of the Week – When Despair, Pain and Misery Come – Part II

Brian W. Carter, Contributing WriterSeptember 11, 2019

After my father passed away, it was just my mother, sister and I living under one roof. He left a big hole, a weird space that was foreign and sometimes scary. I was the man of the house, still had a year-and-a-half of college to go and didn’t have my driver’s license yet (I’m a late bloomer when it comes to many of life’s milestones). At this time, I had a close relationship to my sister, Renell. Her name was Esther Renell Fenison, but most people knew and referred to her by her middle name (my mother’s middle name is