If I told you God was going to bless you by using a dirty bird, would you believe me? Would you still shout if the blessing came from a place you didn’t expect, from a hand you didn’t trust, or through a season you didn’t choose? That’s the strange beauty of supernatural provision—it doesn’t follow logic, convenience, or predictability. And yet, when we’re walking with God, favor has a way of finding us in famine. Welcome to this week’s Favor Fridays with Tony™.

One of the most unique and enduring figures from the 1980s and 90s was the denim-clad, rubber-faced everyman known as Ernest P. Worrell. Known for his catchphrase "KnowhutImean, Vern?" and his hilarious facial contortions, Ernest became a household name thanks to his zany antics, endless optimism, and the unparalleled talent of the man who brought him to life: Jim Varney.

In Chapter 8 of S.O.L.A.D.™ Book I: No Mercy: Part One, we witness a powerful shift. Kevin Edwards and Juanita Grayson, ordinary young adults by earthly standards, step fully into their destinies as the superheroes Angelo™ and Angeline™: Soldiers of Lighr Against Darkness™. Through faith, they soar. Not by science. Not by technology. But by supernatural strength.

Today on Tony Tips Tuesdays™, I want to talk about something near and dear to every writer’s heart: the art of crafting unforgettable characters. Whether you’re building brave superheroes like Kevin Edwards and Juanita Grayson in my novel series S.O.L.A.D.™, a small-town journalist navigating love, or a multi-dimensional villain whose actions send ripples through the story, character is everything. Plot drives the engine, sure—but your characters are the gas, the spark, an

That whisper often grows louder after years of trying… waiting… sowing… but seeing little to no return. You look around and see others thriving while you feel stuck in a season of barrenness. You wonder, “Did I miss my moment?” But here’s the word for you today: It’s not too late to reap. God is not bound by the limits of your timeline. He is not a man that He should lie (Numbers 23:19), and He doesn't cancel the harvest just because the waiting made you weary.

But what if you were born for this battle? What if the fire wasn’t meant to burn you out—but to prove the flame God lit in you cannot be extinguished? This is for the soldiers. The ones still standing. The ones who have cried, bled, prayed, fasted, warred—and who now carry the marks of battle but also the shine of victory.

The Fantastic Four made their debut in Fantastic Four #1 (November 1961), created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. At a time when Marvel Comics was just beginning to redefine the superhero genre, the Fantastic Four introduced a new kind of team dynamic. Unlike other groups of the era, the FF were a family first — full of bickering, bonding, and real emotional stakes. Their origin story is simple but powerful: Four individuals go into space on an experimental rocket mission, are

Today on Favor Fridays with Tony™, I want to invite you into a deeper understanding of something that governs not only the world around us, but the spiritual atmosphere we live in: seasons. We often talk about favor in terms of blessings, breakthroughs, and opportunities. And yes, those are all valid demonstrations of favor. But there is a deeper, more sustaining kind of favor that doesn’t always come wrapped in answered prayers or material success.

Short for Alien Life Form, ALF crashed into American living rooms on September 22, 1986, when NBC debuted the story of Gordon Shumway, a wisecracking extraterrestrial from the planet Melmac, who crash-lands in the garage of the suburban Tanner family. What followed was four seasons (and one haunting TV movie) of jokes, heart, and pop culture domination that made ALF one of the most beloved and bizarre characters of the decade.

In Chapter 7: Darkness & Destruction,of Book II of S.O.L.A.D™: Soldiers of Light Against Darkness™, the supernatural warfare gripping Memphis reaches its boiling point. Buildings collapse. Explosions rock the skyline. Soldiers of stone are telekinetically inflating police officers, literally stretching their bodies toward death. Destruction—the demon queen of chaos—reigns with violence, vengeance, and volcanic power. And in the middle of it all stands Angeline, battered but r

Let’s get one thing straight: writing doesn’t happen in Hollywood montages. It happens in the quiet. In the ordinary. At kitchen tables and carpool lines. In journals, in Google Docs, and in half-awake notes typed into your phone. It happens because you made it happen. Day after day. Word after word. And the secret sauce?Consistency.

“The gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.” – Romans 11:29 (NKJV) That means the assignment is still active—not because you’ve been perfect, but because God has been faithful. It’s time to go back and pick up what you dropped. The thing you gave up on. The thing you ran from. The thing you swore was over. You may have paused the mission. But Heaven never closed the file.

There is a sacred fire inside you—planted by God the moment He breathed purpose into your bones. It flickered when you first believed. It blazed when you stepped into your calling. And now… it threatens to go out. Not because you don’t love God. Not because you’ve turned your back. But because life has been heavy. Because silence has lingered. Because weariness has set in. You were never saved to blend in. You were never lit to burn out. You were never chosen to grow cold.

Born Jonathan Carlton, this action movie superstar turned reluctant champion has been a cornerstone of the Mortal Kombat franchise since its inception. Though he began as comic relief, Johnny Cage has evolved into one of Earthrealm's most important defenders — proving that even a cocky actor can become a true hero.

We talk a lot about God’s favor—open doors, divine protection, supernatural provision—and rightly so. But the deepest, richest form of favor is access. The ability to talk directly to the Creator of heaven and earth. To whisper your fears, your dreams, your sins, your needs—and to know He hears. That’s favor.

Premiering Saturday, September 7, 1985, this syndicated sitcom told the story of an average suburban family—except for one little twist: their daughter wasn’t a girl at all. She was a Voice Input Child Identicant (V.I.C.I.). A robot. Named Vicki. This week on Tony’s Timeless Thursdays™, we pull back the shag carpet, rewire the VHS memories, and revisit a show that was ahead of its time, behind in budget, and exactly what the 1980s needed.

Before we dive into today's Reed's Reads of Wisdom Wednesdays™ and the depths of Juanita’s spiritual transformation, let’s pause and consider something universal: we’ve all had moments where people we trusted seemed to vanish. Whether physically, emotionally, or spiritually, their absence left a hole—and often, we’re left wondering what to do with that silence. In Chapter 13 of Book I of S.O.L.A.D.™, we witness Juanita go through just that. And what emerges isn’t despair—it’s

In the world of writing, it can be tempting to believe that our stories are best created in solitude—the lone author pouring heart, soul, and sleepless nights into every page. But here’s a hard truth: even the most talented writers have blind spots. And that’s why beta readers are not just helpful—they’re essential.

oday, we enter into a sacred conversation that not many want to have: what does it look like when God is stretching you? Not the polished, praised version of growth. But the raw, behind-the-scenes work of spiritual expansion that leaves behind marks—both visible and invisible. Just like the natural body, growth in the spirit leaves evidence. Not all evidence is glamorous. Not all evidence is painless. But every mark means you were made bigger.

There’s a moment in every believer’s life where the fire begins to fade. You don’t lose your faith—you lose your fight. You’re still praying—but not with passion. You’re still serving—but not with joy. You’re still saying yes—but secretly wishing you could say no. When that moment comes—and it will—it doesn’t mean you’re weak.It doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It means you're human. But more importantly, it means you’re in a battle worth fighting.