By strength you founded mountains high and grand. You still the roaring seas and streams abate. From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn your hand Brings forth rejoicing, glory crowns your gate. Your awesome deeds, your valiant acts so great. Sustain our life, and give your servants care. A pathway to your temple you…
I think this might be of interest to readers of this blog. I’ll be talking specifically about Christian fiction tonight with Kimberly Gordon, author of Energion titles Please Love Me, Allegheny Hideaway, Prayer Trilogy, and It’s in the Bag. Join us at 7:00 pm central time, January 10, 2017. You can ask questions or make…
“I’m here to talk about your tithe,” said the pastor. There was a moment of stunned silence at these words. Then Mr. Brent moved his oxygen tank just a bit and unnecessarily adjusted the breathing apparatus. He wheezed just a little bit. “We have been absolutely faithful about our tithe. A full 10% of our…
“The grandfather’s in there,” said the nurse quietly. “He’s a retired missionary.” “Thanks,” said the pediatric oncologist, but he didn’t hesitate. He stepped into the room. In the bed he saw the girl, not yet in her teens. She didn’t look all that good. He hadn’t expected her to. She had just been referred to…
(This is part 2 of a 2 part story. Read part 1.] “I disagree with that. Rather, I allow my LGBTQ members full participation without making a scene about it. They know, I know, and my church council knows what’s going on. I don’t perform same-sex weddings because it’s contrary to the rules of the…
Jerry Simonson lowered himself gingerly into the overstuffed chair. He was wondering whether it was safe or sanitary. He shouldn’t have. The decor of The Roadside Cafe may have looked like a cross between accidental and tornado aftermath, but it was a decor that was carefully maintained. It was more likely that the owner had…
There was this man, sitting on his couch. He wasn’t sure whether he was awake or not. He might have been dreaming. He might have been in that sort of half-way state some people experience when just waking up. But right across from his recliner, sitting there on the couch, was a man. The man…
When he turned 40, Kenneth began to feel that something was missing in his life. Oh, he wasn’t a lost soul. He didn’t feel a need to find himself, whatever that might mean. He just felt that there was some thing, or perhaps some person, which (or who) would make his life more complete. Something…
“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…
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