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Books By Dan Hankins I have withdrawn all my books from commercial publication and
published them free on the internet. They may be printed for your reading or they may be given away
but they may not be changed or edited, nor may they be
used in any way for commercial purposes. |
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The Quantum Physics of God And Life After Death. “All
matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force… We must assume behind this force
the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all
matter.” In a dimension not
accessible to everyday observation, there exists an uncreated energy of
unparalleled power. It is
uncreated; therefore it has neither beginning nor end. Like a majestic symphony of perfect
vibrations, this energy is the creator of all that is, both seen and
unseen. It is the substance and
the sustenance of the cosmos.
Because it exists in an unseen dimension, it cannot be readily seen or
scientifically validated. It must
be accepted by faith. We call
this the energies of God. --The underlying
principle of Hesychasm in the Eastern Orthodox Church In a dimension not
accessible to everyday observation, there exists an uncreated energy of
unparalleled power. It is
uncreated; therefore it has neither beginning nor end. Like a majestic symphony of perfect
vibrations, this energy is the creator of all that is, both seen and
unseen. It is the substance and
the sustenance of the cosmos.
Because it exists in an unseen dimension, it cannot be readily seen or
scientifically validated. It must
be accepted theoretically without scientific validation. We call this energy strings. --The underlying
principle of String Theory in Quantum Mechanics The most
recognizable remaining difference between theoretical quantum physics and
Theistic religious philosophy is semantics. This book is
currently in progress – will publish to web at later date. |
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What if God Does Not Dance When I
Play the Fiddle? Twenty
years of marriage down the drain! That thought kept driving the nail of
bitterness deeper into my heart as I pulled out of the driveway at the little
blue house on Keystone Avenue. My marriage was over. The snow was falling in
huge flakes and the road was already covered and frozen. The February wind
made it one of the coldest days I can remember. Certainly not the best of
days to look for a new dwelling but there I was driving down New Allen Road toward
downtown Memphis, Tennessee in search of a cheap rooming house. Right
there in the middle of that deserted road I stopped the car and sat silently,
feeling the crushing grip of depression squeeze my soul. I felt like my life
was over and a hot tear fell from my eye and burned my cheek, and then
another and another until I was sobbing with broken heaving breaths. The
thing that kept hurting me the most was my children. I love them more than
anything in the world. I remembered just a few nights earlier, after another
pointless fight with my wife, I had gone into their bedroom and looked down
upon them and struggled with the guilt because I could not make their lives
better. This
book explains how I found hope and help during this horrible time in my life. It is a survival guide for the victims
of unwanted divorce. |
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The Deliberate Enemy of Christ
I was
terrified of the loneliness and scared that the remainder of my life would be
spent in this hideous void of human companionship. I have felt lonely all of my
life. I have looked at others who
seem to "fit in" and make close friends and buddies and I have
hungered and ached to be like them.
I was a very sensitive
child. The first thing I remember
as a little boy on the first day of school was a group of older boys hitting
me and telling me how ugly I was.
I was very small and I remember trying to play baseball. We would gather in a crowd and choose
sides. I was always picked last
and usually there was an argument about who would have to "take" me
this time. I
tried so hard yet seemed to fall so short of everyone's expectations. I felt ever in the glare of my fathers stern disappointment and disapproval. My older brother was a football hero
who seemed to get all the girls and my younger brother was the
"baby" of the family. I
was the middle child and I just could not seem to find my place. And the more I hurt inside, the deeper
I went into myself and hid in emotional isolation. And now years later at age 35 I was more alone than ever. I did not want to
live and I could not die. I felt
as though I had failed at every single thing I had undertaken in life and I
cursed the responsibility of living.
In my mind I had lost everything that mattered to me, my wife, my
daughters, my ministry... my home... everything was gone. I had entered the valley of despair
and I could see no hope and no future.
I finally settled it within my tortured soul - I would commit
suicide. For years now as my
marriage had faltered and failed in spite of my best efforts, that dark demon
had camped on my shoulder and whispered, “There is an easy way out...
suicide.” I had reached a
place in my hell where I was willing to listen… |