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Joseph in The Last Adam is the guy everyone relies on because he looks like he has it together.

You know this guy.

The one who fixes the sink, pays the bills on time, and somehow becomes the designated driver at every party without anyone actually asking.

Responsibility gravitates toward him like metal to a magnet.

He doesn’t volunteer; he just ends up holding things because no one else will.

And the universe loves people like Joseph.

Not in the “reward them” way. More in the “pile more weight...

If Mary lived today, nobody would believe her.

She’d post something vague like, “Big changes coming. Feeling blessed.”

And people would reply, “Congrats, girl" or "New job?”

She’d get dragged on Reddit for “attention-seeking.”

Some guy in the comments would write a six-paragraph essay about how statistically, immaculate conceptions are “impossible” which, like, yes, @trollingmike, that’s the point.

The algorithms would bury her story because it’s not “engaging” enough. No dance, no controversy, no...

Let’s be honest, if angels really did walk among us today, most of us wouldn’t notice.

We picture angels as glowing and majestic, but if one showed up like that now, people would assume it’s a TikTok filter or a Marvel promo stunt. Someone would try to collab. Someone else would try to cancel them.

That’s the problem. We expect the divine to make an entrance when, most of the time, it just shows up quietly.

The barista who covered your drink because you looked wrecked.

The friend who called at...

There was a night, around draft number six or maybe twelve, (who’s counting) when I seriously considered deleting the entire manuscript and pretending the whole thing was a fever dream.

At that point, The Last Adam had ballooned into a 500-page theological action movie written by a guy who couldn’t even decide if angels should wear tactical gear or Armani. I told myself, “Ron, you can’t write this. It’s too weird. People want cozy romances and thrillers about lawyers, not celestial warfare and...

Every story begins with an idea. But somewhere along the way, the idea starts talking back.

For me, that moment came when Deacon showed up.

He wasn’t in the book outline. He wasn’t planned. He just appeared. Broken, angry, and carrying more guilt than one man should. I remember writing his first scene by the fire, feeling like I was overhearing a confession I wasn’t supposed to hear. That’s when I realized The Last Adam wasn’t just about light versus darkness, it was about how grace can reach...

I’ve always been fascinated by what happens when faith meets the modern world. The Last Adam was born from that fascination. I began asking myself questions late one night...what if the story of Jesus happened today? What if the divine entered our world again, not through ancient prophecy, but through a woman and a builder from Los Angeles, and a world in the tightening grip of the devil?

Those questions wouldn’t let me sleep. For the next 14 years, they became voices, scenes, characters....