*“You’re pregnant, and you’re going to have a baby boy.” Dee Anne looked up from her burger, fries, and coke and saw a woman of ordinary size with long, black hair, and piercing dark eyes. Her hair was braided, and her clothes looked just a bit out of date. She didn’t look entirely crazy, though…
“I’d like the sandwich you have in that bag.” It was the odd way he said it and the foreign accent that made her stop and look to her left. He was sitting on the sidewalk with his back to the wall. He looked thin, and his clothes were worn, but generally clean and carefully…
He was dressed in ragged clothing, more patches than original cloth. His face was covered with the stubble of several days without shaving. He looked like he should be cold but he wasn’t shivering. In fact, he looked peaceful. Tom saw the tramp out of the corner of his eye. He looked around to see…
She wasn’t comfortable with this visit, but it was her duty. He had lost his son just three weeks earlier and she had conducted the funeral. The death had been sudden, tragic. The man had lost his wife only three years earlier, and his son was his life. At the funeral he had been devastated….
[This is a work of fiction, Copyright © 2009, Henry E. Neufeld. Any resemblance between the characters and the church in this story and any in the real world is purely coincidental.] He was surprised to see her in his office. She was one of those members who attended regularly, but you didn’t really get…
[This is a work of fiction, from my God-Talk Club series. – added 11:42 central time] Small talk was dying down and everyone had their drinks. Mark had a question: “I’ve been given an assignment,”1 he said to the group, and I’d like your thoughts. “What is it?” asked Mandy. “We’re supposed to write a…
Once in a lifetime, perhaps, a king’s knight would ride over the hill to the south of the village. His armor would be gleaming, his clothing immaculate, and his weapons beyond the comprehension of the villagers. He would come to the center of the village, order that all the young people be assembled, and then…
[The following is a work of fiction. I made up the community and the church. But many, many churches are facing similar decisions, though often not as clear as this one. I wonder how the elders will vote?] Celia looked around the table as she finished her presentation. She’d done more work than she…
[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any person or event to anything in the real world is purely coincidental!] Children, obey your parents, for this is right. — Ephesians 6:1 He was only 11, and he was walking home from school. It should have been simple. He was under strict instructions to…
[Note: This is one of my attempts to tell either a different part of a Bible story, to tell the story from a different perspective, or to get a similar point across in a different way. I will quote the related scripture passage at the end. Besides the general fun of setting myself the assignment…
