Poet, philosopher, and now author, Roland B. King has signed with WordCrafts Press for the release of his debut book. Letters at Midnight releases in both trade paperback and all popular eBook formats on September 10, 2013.
Do you ever lay awake at night and wonder why? The clock strikes twelve and sleep has not graced your eyes. Suddenly your mind is filled with thoughts of some of life’s biggest mysteries, and one begins to finally make sense to you.
That was the impetus for King's new book of philosophical musings, Letters at Midnight.
“Hey, it's midnight. I’m tired," King complains as he wrestles with God. "I don’t appreciate you writing letters at midnight. It exposes too much light into my secret places."
Letters at Midnight exposing light. You do of course see the irony. Creeping up to the deepest, darkest time of night…light shines on the dark places of the human heart.
AND JESUS AROSE A GREAT WHILE BEFORE DAY AND BEGAN TO PRAY.
And he flipped the switch and the coffee began to perk.
King writes with an easy, stream-of-consciousness prose style that feels more like listening to a conversation between long-time, well-loved friends than a dissertation on moral dilemma or religious exhortation.
"Solomon quietly wrote there was a time fore every season and a purpose under heaven,’" King explains. "I don't think he was grinning when he wrote that. The times of Solomon, The Golden Age of Israel, represent those years of Comfort God intends for us to have. And Solomon, being king, wasn’t happy about change. In fact, he opens his book of Ecclesiastes with, 'Vanity, all is vanity.'
"Change? That’s Moses. ‘And all of Israel left the land of Egypt.’ For the desert!? Their whole culture had collapsed. "Moses represents Change. Solomon, Comfort. And we need to have both of these two Godly yet opposing forces acting together in our lives; because it’s only there, where brethren (Moses and Solomon) walk in unity, that the anointing flows like oil down Aaron’s beard (a precursor of our High Priest, Jesus Christ). To put it in the words of Elijah after out-running a team of chasing, racing horses: ‘Wow, the sky is the limit.’"