J. Reese Bradley

Good morning!

I don’t think I will ever learn to spell pseudonym. Thank God for spell check and Grammarly.

I went back and forth on whether or not to write my novels under a pseudonym, and finally decided that I would. The reason is that when I read a novel and know the personality of the author, they become the narrator in my mind. I don’t want the reader to see or hear me in Brumbletide and the Daughter of Eve. I am lucky to have only a tiny audience (whom I love dearly) here on The Keen Peach so that, if I have the pleasure of your readership, you all will be the only ones imagining me as the narrator. Another reason that I thought it best to go with a pseudonym is that as much as I want to morph this blog into an author website, novels are a different world than blogs and need their own platform.

This is all strange to navigate but fun nonetheless!

Have you ever used a pseudonym?

Let’s fantasize. If you were an author, what would your pseudonym be?

Blessings to you,
Angela (J. Reese Bradley)

Crash. Impact. Body Count

In the pages that follow, I share what happened in my private world through what Christians politely call conversion. This word— conversion— is simply too tame and too refined to capture the train wreck that I experienced in coming face-to-face with the Living God. I know of only one word to describe this time-released encounter: impact. Impact is, I believe, the space between the multiple car crash and the body count. I try, in the pages that follow, to relive the impact of God on my life. -Rosaria Butterfield, The Secret Thoughts of An Unlikely Convert

Who has experienced this?

I am in awe of Rosaria Butterfield’s testimony. If you’ve never heard of her, she was a professor at Syracuse University who was converted to Christianity out of homosexuality. The latter is not what I am most interested in, but in how she describes her conversion in her book, The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Covert. Impact. The space between the crash and body count. This is what happened in my conversion and I have longed ever since to hear of it happening this way for someone else.

I read every word of her conversion story in a dream-like state with chills because, though I am not homosexual, I know exactly what she was feeling when she said to the friend who shared the gospel with her, “Ken, my whole world is turning upside down. What should I do?”

The gospel of Christ had hit, made it’s devastating impact on her sin, and she was dead. What was she supposed to do?

But then, out of the ashes, came gospel-driven life.

It’s the same that happened to Paul in Acts 9. Struck. Dead. Changed. Life finally began.

Who has experienced this?

Who has God stopped in their tracks, ransacked your life, and gave a brand new one?

I want to hear your story. Please share.