Books with author Jason Alan Jones

After the unexpected, accidental death of his three-year-old son, Jason Jones went on a long, painful journey to make sense of how God could have let this happen to his son and best friend, Jacob, and to their family. And he struggled intensely with his faith after everything he thought about God disintegrated on June 12, 2011.In Limping But Blessed, Jones explores struggling with faith and belief, dealing with his depression and grief, and searching for hope in a hopeless situation. The book includes tales of his darkest days, correspondence he had with Christian theologians, and what he's done to preserve his son's legacy.At some point in each of our lives, something goes terribly wrong, and our faith is shaken to the core. This book is the story of one man's journey through the darkest time of life searching for answers and a grueling attempt to find a sliver of hope to keep holding on.

After the unexpected death of his three-year-old son, Jason Jones went on a long, painful journey to make sense of how God could let this happen to his family. He struggled intensely with his faith after everything he thought about God disintegrated on June 12, 2011.At some point in our lives, something goes terribly wrong, and our faith is shaken to the core. This is the story of one man’s journey through his darkest time and a grueling attempt to find a sliver of hope to keep holding on.

A fictional origin story of Merlin and the Easter Bunny. "Eh hem, have you been listening young Merlin? This is a very powerful and important spell? You may need to use it someday," the snobby spell book sternly stated. "Yes, yes," Merlin said, now chasing Will Whitetail around the room. "Well then...would you care to repeat the last line?" The grumpy book asked. Merlin laughed when Will whispered something in his ear. "What did that white fuzz ball say?" The spell book asked. "He said you better be nice or he'll leave soft bunny pellets on you when you are sleeping," Merlin laughed. "Humph!" The book narrowed its eyes at them and waited for Merlin to repeat the last line he had read. "And the line please," the book said. "Take three dragon scales and call me in the morning," Will Whitetail joked. Merlin laughed. "I wasn't talking to you...you...gerbil," the book angrily said then groaned in frustration. Will hated when he called him a gerbil. "Sorry Book, take four eggs of an Amphisbaena and boil them in one cup of milk from a red dragon...happy?" Merlin asked his spell book. "Very good, I shall continue," the book said then was interrupted by Merlin's magical bunny. "What in the world is an Amph a blah blah blah?" Will asked having a hard time pronouncing the word. "It's a snake with two heads," Merlin said. "It has a head at each end of its body," Merlin's book added. "Neat. Where do the eggs come from?" Will whitetail asked. "Don't ask, you don't want to know," Merlin said as they both giggled.