The first time that Yagac approached the shrine he was carrying a stick he had cut from a tree and sharpened. “What do you bring for the god?” said the aged priest. Villagers said he had been at the shrine more than a hundred years. He looked it. “I bring this spear,” said Yagac, his…
[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely unintentional.] After 10 days, or perhaps it was a hundred, the angel returned. This time he looked like a pillar of darkness, as dark now as he had been bright before. How did I know it was the same angel? I…
The image above was generated by Imagen 3 via Gemini, while the featured image was generated by Jetpack AI. This story is available on this site, Guarding Books.
This is a short video representation of this passage from Isaiah 58, based on my slightly poetic paraphrase. I also reference my translation of the passage in my blog post on Psalm 119:105.
The young pastor was visiting his elderly parishioner. He was always a little intimidated when he went to this particular home. It was not that the man was hard to talk to. He was always friendly and even helped the conversation along. Rumor had it, however, that he had been a pastor of a very…
He stopped, looking at the green grass beside a gently flowing stream, wanting to stop, to rest, but the words in his head said, “Keep going,” and he staggered on.
A tangle of logic with laws that don’t leave an option for getting it right.
What makes knowledge definitive?
A haiku
Five minutes before the inspector arrived, Connor decided that he had waited long enough and went to bed and fell sound asleep.
The fictional Jimmy writes an essay on miracles after a conversation with his mother. Are you perpetuating any of these ideas with your children?
