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Forever Jack Novel Series | Forever Jack Novel
Forever Jack Novel Series | Forever Jack Novel
 The Forever Jack Novel series is based on the character and story of Saint Dismas, the Good Thief.
We know very little about this man, who he was, and nothing really about his life. We also have very little idea why Jesus gave this man the back-door pass to Heaven, although it is my strong suspicion that if we understood that single moment in the Son's life, we would have a much better grasp on what he was trying to teach us.
It is my goal to gather together all of the information used to create this novel series into this area. However, there is quite a bit, because the novels are not simply about Dismas, or his alter-self Jack, and just like to truly read and understand the Bible, there is a mountain of books and knowledge to explore, there is a mound of resources and references which go into writing the Forever Jack books.
So, that is the goal, and I hope that it helps to enjoy the books even more.
Thanks for reading, and if you have any comments, don't hesitate to post them on the blogs (the latest posts from these are linked below), write me directly or use the gVoice Phone on the side of the page to leave a message.
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