A short story with an interesting ending. Yes, it’s relevant both to science fiction and Christianity (or other forms of spirituality).
I’m making two earlier Christmas stories from this blog sticky and linking them here. I may manage to write a new Christmas story, but these two have been on my mind today. There are at least two ways of going off the rails with charity. One is becoming a scrooge–a stick in the mud, miserable…
“It’s very simple. We need to ask for surrender terms,” said the deputy commander of the city militia of Qenixtlan. His words fell clearly on the silence in the conference room. “The reason is also simple. The fact is that the Grand Empire’s army always succeeds. They win every battle. But we always fail. We…
Everybody knew that in a small village in the mountains there lived a very rich man. Just why he chose to live in a small village in the mountains nobody knew. Precisely which village was his home, nobody knew either. They just knew that somewhere in those mountains there lived a very rich man. Years…
“Your youth group is a miserable shadow of the one we had when Fred Martenson was our youth pastor!” The words rang in David’s ears as he stood on the sidewalk outside the church’s administrative building. His next move was to walk to his car, get in, and go home. That seemed like a good…
In October of 1999 I was engaged to be married. At 42 years of age I was acquiring a ready-made family all in one move. Over the years, that family has grown to include nine grandchildren. But that’s getting ahead of the story. The wedding was planned for November 28, Thanksgiving weekend, but in October…
He stood looking at the hole in the ground. He could feel his hand trembling. He knew he was terrified and was embarrassed, even though there was nobody there to see. A stairway going down. That phrase was loaded with all the psychological freight of his own claustrophobia, heightened by his choice in literature, which…
