C.L. Stansberry

Providence deposited me at the mouth of winter’s midnight. The parchment, pressed against my bare flesh, seeped its siren song into my bones. I hadn’t counted on the world’s fortuitous sendoff nor the reciprocal sovereign hand that reached for me. But here I am. The path ahead looked dismal. Dense fog curled itself around the faintest of light, sucking it down like a ravenous child eating supper in the presence of death. Who was I to question my circumstances? I held the ticket, purchased with autonomy and expectation. Of course, I was wrong. The sky wept openly, soaking what little covering I wore. It weighed me down like chains, sticking…

Introduction I write fiction, essays, and reflections with the conviction that words are never neutral. Language shapes imagination, imagination informs conscience, and reading itself takes part in the way we come to understand the world. Whether I am working in allegorical fantasy, literary criticism, or cultural commentary, my aim is the same: to write in a way that honors truth, depth, meaning, and above all, Christ. My writing reflects my belief that all of life, including art, literature, and scholarship, falls under the lordship of Jesus Christ. Truth does not generate itself; meaning is not random, and understanding always entails responsibility. Writing, therefore, is not merely expressive but covenantal: it…