
Several years ago, my goal in life was to do Bible stories in comic book form. I hoped for someone to magically show up and write them for me, but that never seemed to happened… so I decided to do it myself. I made several attempts and this story of Gideon is one of them. After two pages I looked at it critically, decided that perhaps it was headed in the wrong direction and it died a horrible death in a folder on my computer… only to be resurrected today in all its glory on this fabulous blog post…


I just ran across this old piece of art tucked away in a folder on my computer. It was the cover to a book proposal I pitched to a big publisher about six years ago. Manga (art plus pictures, basically a comic book) was just starting to become popular in the states. I decided that I wanted to do the entire Bible in this fashion or some portion of it. The publisher liked the idea, but decided it was just too big to be feasible. I believe they were probably right on that, because if they would have agreed to my book proposal I would probably still be trying to get Genesis done today, six years later.

“Hoooodor,” said Hodor, swaying. Hooooooodor, hoooooodor, hoDOR, hoDOR, hoDOR.”
Sometimes he liked to do this, just say his name different ways, over and over and over and over. Other times, he would stay so quiet you forgot he was there. There was never any knowing with Hodor.
“HODOR, HODOR, HODOR!” he shouted.

Our youngest son Pete flew home for the weekend and somehow we ended up in a pickup hockey game in Fort Wayne on Saturday night. There was a point in time when both my sons and I played on the same forward line for the infamous Midwest Hurricanes and wreaked havoc on opposing teams… well… the boys scored goals, I wreaked havoc… but that’s only because I have this little problem with stopping when I’m going real fast…
