Shadow in the Son

  There are two collections unfolding. Still Waters, Quiet Heart — songs of devotion, rest, and steady faith. Living Parables — Volume I — narrative songs where tension builds and breaks when the Voice speaks. Oxygen belongs to Living Parables This is not a quiet field at sunrise. It is descent. Pressure. Silence. Until the breath returns. Coming soon. #RandallNelsen #LivingParables #StillWatersQuietHeart #Oxygen

 

 

Jonah 2:1–3 (NKJV). From the belly of the deep, he cries — and God answers. A typological storyworld rooted in Scripture. Verses are real. Strong’s numbers are real. The fiction echoes the Word — it does not replace it. “For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of the great fish, so will the Son of Man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.” — Matthew 12:40 The true Light is Him. The true Pearl is Him. The Word beneath the waves is His. #JonahQuest #ScrollEcho001 #DeepCallsToDeep #JesusIsLord #TypologicalFiction

  The Prodigal’s Journey “There was a man who had two sons…” — Luke 15:11 “He came to himself.” — Luke 15:17 “For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.” — Luke 15:24

  Bakersfield — Bobby’s Automotive Eccl. 4:12 September 2030. I remember when I met him. The sign wasn’t faded. BOBBY’S AUTOMOTIVE. Dark lettering carved into stained wood, mounted level above the bay. Clean. Straight. The kind of work a man checks before he walks away. The roll-up door was fully retracted. The shop opened straight into the Bakersfield sun. Heat held to the concrete. Light thinning toward evening. Sunlight crossed the slab and struck the lift plates. Old oil stains marked the floor, layered and permanent, but swept. Dust moved through the beams without urgency. From the sidewalk, I could see the whole place, but the view centered on the back of the forest-green C10. The hood was raised at the far end, a green wall above the cab, hiding whoever worked at the engine. As I scanned the shop, I felt the weight of being watched. The space behind that hood stayed hidden. Before I stepped fully into the open, I raised my voice. “I’m here to trade.” A pause. The hood came d...