He had this cloying charm about him. I could see how the baby-faced Haney could easily charm women and get them to coddle him. He was willing to manipulate, con, and exploit others for personal gain and do so without guilt. . .
Another Roy Winder Detective story.
2026 Election / Book of Job / Christianity / Genesis / Political commentary / politics / Revelation / Scripture / social commentary / wisdom literature
When did you decide to hold back from holding back chaos and destructive forces?
“So much for the highlights of our fair city, Roy. There are two incidents involving juveniles.”
Detective Roy Winder, juvenile violent crime, and a police briefing.
Marvelous evocative things. People around Jesus saw and heard marvelous things and were overcome with astonishment. They saw and heard evocative things but were not overcome with understanding. Their failure or unwillingness to grasp what was happening had me wonder why as I memorized the first seven chapters of Mark’s gospel account.
“This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.”
Detective Roy Winder investigates the murder of a young woman at the Carnival of Souls haunted house.
Public trust. Is it engendered or eroded when elites, experts, and egos generate and double down on “dead right” narratives that distort and even deny reality leading to deception, disorder, dysfunction, and even destruction of life and do so for dubious and decidedly power-hungry and vainglorious ends?
At this point, there are at least four lines of inquiry into a dead man with no say in the matter, a mother and a boy who don’t know who the father is, and a tomorrow no one thought of.
History and current events reveal that anything can be rationalized when politics is everything and power its ultimate goal. The same holds true when empathy is everything and the pursuit of inclusion its ultimate goal – anything can be rationalized.
Detective Roy Winder goes to college on the Fourth of July to investigate the arson death of a professor of Humanities, Arts and Cultural Studies.
I experienced my first water crossing at the age of eight. My father made it happen.
Detective Roy Winder investigates a case of musical chairs that benches his brother.
In the past six months I’ve come across two pastoral letters imploring Christians to think kindly toward the millions of foreign invaders that crossed our borders illegally.
Those enchanted by a dystopian existence are apparently OK with living in a pathological environment, one that has “almost no qualities of a sane, wise, productive, creative environment that we would wish for ourselves” (Iain McGilchrist).
