Steven Losee - Christian Scribe

 The play was "Smuggler's Ransom" and was about a James Bond-type secret agent who gets assigned to rescue a captured Bible smuggler in Cold War Romania and winds up getting saved himself.  It was later adapted to a video and is available online.  I later felt that the main character, Bill Donley, needed more treatment.  How would he, as a newly saved counter-assassination agent, function at all?  That caused Part 2: THE CHASE DISPATCH.  Finally I gave Donley closure, personally and professionally, in Part3: LAMBS, WOLVES AND LIONS.   Then I rewrote SMUGGLER'S RANSOM as a narrative and put them all together.  As always, I hope it's a blessing.  Available online from several outlets.  

       I remember, as a young teenager in the early sixties, going to Greenwich Village on weekends.      In those days, almost every street corner had someone giving a speech: Communists, neo-Nazis, anarchists, cultists and conspiracy theorists all harangued passers-by with their slogans, catch-phrases and buzz-words.      Looking back, it was an amazing phenomenon: they were offending almost everybody, but nobody contested their right to speak, even out in public.      Why, you might be asking. Because the United States Constitution used to guarantee that freedom.      “Used to?” Well, the language of the Constitution hasn't changed (though it seems there are people who want it to), but its effectiveness has been effectively neutralized in certain cases.      As a Christian (yes, I admit it) I'm not a big fan of Voltaire. But he did say one thing I admire: “I disag...

      Based on the reception of my other books, OUTSIDER will never be a bestseller.  In fact, I doubt it'll ever be finished.  That's probably why I feel constrained to put what I've written as an introduction (so far) here on the blog.        I will never know what it's like to be anybody but me.      I will never know what it's like to be part of an identified minority: ethnic, religious, national or linguistic.      But I know what it's like to be on the outside. I know what it's like to be automatically excluded because of who and what I am.      So, when people say to me, “You don't understand,” because I'm not a member of that group, I find it ironic.      They're right; I don't understand.      But there are things I do understand.      I understand what it's like to be told, “This doesn't concern you,” and then ...