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Dr. Paul Perkins

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For an author writing is as necessary as breathing. They don't write for money or to court literary fame, but because they believe they have something to say. It matters not that anyone will read or listen, the words must be written, and if in the process someone is blessed -- all the more wonderful

Dr. Perkins has written for a long time, but only recently has sought to publish his work and venture into new genres. He believes in education, finally earning his doctorate at the age of 55. He believes that learning never ends, giving fodder to the imagination and breathing life into the characters on his page. His hope is to continue telling stories for a new generation of readers and aspiring authors.

Dr. Perkins' first novel is "Centurion: From glory to glory", but is not his first book. He has written "Legacy to my sons", "The Lost Shepherd", "The prayer of a transformed life", "The Cost", and a verity of Christian Youth Devotionals. 

Why I Hate Church: Part Four


From a humanly perspective the only reason I went back to the youth group was girls.  There were several who were kind and gave me attention.  They were reaching out to welcome the newcomer and their efforts paid off.  One young lady in particular caught my eye and my heart.  In the process of pursing her I became close with her family.  They “adopted” me as a new believer, and through their example of familial love I began to understand how faith played an important role in family life. 

They weren’t perfect by any means.  The mother was single, her husband left her for another woman, the children fought, siblings can be vicious, but at the end of the day what held them together was a grounded faith in Jesus.  It was this faith, which permeated their entire lives, that captured my heart more than anything else.  And though the heart of the young lady I pursued would always be elusive, I became life long friends with the family.

As a young believer it was important to connect with the larger body of Christ as a family, and I found that I spent more time with them then I did with my own.  That connection began to ground me in the things that were truly important, and yet as I struggled to allow God to forge a new person in me I experienced the difficulty in my changing values.

Before, relationships were about me, my desires, my feelings, and how they could satisfy my flesh.  As I explored relationships within the context of this new moral framework the harsh reality of my flesh became evident.  And because the person of my romantic interest held herself aloof I dated half the girls in the youth group, trying to fill a need that could only could be found in Christ.

The tug of war between what God was doing in me, and what my sinful flesh desired was a battle too great for a young man to endure.  Why would I give up on my hearts desire by denying that which I thought was what I wanted?  I had seen this turmoil play out in the lives of others.  I remember one young man who I looked up to as an example of Christian living only to find that when the girl of his affection broke it off he abandoned any semblance of faith. 

The church is a harsh bedfellow because in its promise of safety and security lays a chamber of horrors where the world of the flesh is peeled away.  However, what lies beneath is the image of God in Christ, and what better place for it to be revealed than in the safety of people who love and care for you.

Last night my family sat on the porch as the wind blew hard and the rain fell.  In a large tree in front of the house a squirrel built a nest in the crux of two branches.  We saw her sitting just outside the nest when the wind began to blow.  She disappeared and we marveled how she must be snuggled safely amidst the storm. 

I find it interesting how we fight for what we think is the best for our lives only to find the striving to be fruitless.  There came a time when my heart’s attraction finally gave me the attention I had longed for, only to find, in that brief moment of time, that our hearts were meant for others more subtle in the hand of God. 

“But you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!”

Being adopted into a new family takes adjustment that can be painful, but if the pain is endured the outcome is glorious.  Of course that isn’t why I Hate Church.  I’m just saying… (Continued).