After the Fire, What?
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…
Hell Fire and Damnation
[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…
Excerpt from Guarding Books
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.
One Who Restores Streets Lined with Homes
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.
Seeing Signs of the End
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…
In One Sentence: Tired
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.