Steven Losee - Christian Scribe

      In a way, I miss the days before computers and AI made sending appeal letters so professional looking.  I used to get a real kick out of what I'd sometimes find in my mailbox:     "Dear Occupant:     GOD told me to write to YOU specifically and share this REVELATION that He just gave me:     GOD wants to OPEN THE WINDOWS OF HEAVEN for you, pouring out an abundance beyond your wildest dreams!     And all you have to do is empty your bank accounts and send a TAX-DEDUCTIBLE gift to this ministry.       Remember: the angels are waiting to open those windows.  God is waiting to see your response. May you obey His voice through me today! In His Service, Rev. Fullof Myself PO box 666 Lausanne, Switzerland PS: your stamp on the enclosed return envelope will DOUBLE your blessing!" Nope.  They don't write 'em like that anymore.  I kind of miss it.  Actually, I'd use the backs of the sheets fo...

 Through much of my Christian life, I've been on the outside of traditional structures.  I'm not against them.  I just don't see them as necessary.  And in some ways they actually militate against the design given in the New Testament. This book, UPON THIS ROCK, details the New Testament model, so universally neglected by almost every expression, denomination and fellowship that claims to be "Scriptural".  It outlines principles without giving explicit instructions.  And, as the culture around us gets increasingly hostile, this just might be the Church of the Future.  It's available as a paperback or an ebook from amazon.com.  Please let me know your thoughts.  I'm blessed by hearing a variety of viewpoints when it's not a salvific issue.  Blessings!  

  JUST A SLIP I was young in the Lord in those days, and I made a lot of foolish mistakes. But one decision from those days has stayed with me: our financial policy. Concerning money and other donations, I insisted on two things: Nobody involved in the ministry would ever ask anybody for anything, and We would never admit any need unless someone specifically asked (ie: “Do you need a table?” etc.) Out of the five we started with, three of us were working. Four of us were attending local churches, and we tithed to them. We gave what we could to the Mustard Seed, but it didn't amount ot enough to depend on. Nevertheless, the rent was never late, the utilities were always paid, we painted and slowly furnished the place with one easy chair, one folding table and several folding chairs. We also kept the place stocked with Bibles, New Testaments and tracts. Occasionally, we would try to figure out where all this money was coming from. We...

 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 ...

 When I was on staff in the Roaring Branch Youth With A Mission (YWAM) base, one of our regular speakers was Dr. Fount Shultz.  He gave us an exercise once, to put ourselves into something recorded in the Bible and write it up.  Even though I wasn't a student, I enjoyed doing most of the assignments.  I decided to be Joseph of Arimathea on the way to asking Pilate for the body of Jesus.  The following was my write-up:     Anger!  Anger at the persecutors.  They betrayed His virtue, they betrayed my friendship, they betrayed the public trust, and they broke the law!    They tried Him by night, they accepted contradictory testimony, and they even made Him testify against Himself!  My brothers, do you know what you've done?         Anger!  Anger at the crowds, the fickle crowds.  They joined ranks against Him earlier.  He gave them so much!  Bartimaeus was there, angry because the mirac...