Feb 29 Christian Carnival Posted
At Crossroads. And a fine carnival it is!
At Crossroads. And a fine carnival it is!
“Why were you in such a hurry to leave the last village?” Roban looked at his daughter. She was also his apprentice in his trading business. He drove his wagon on a circuit amongst the towns and villages that extended hundreds of miles and weeks in time, buying and selling things that were available in…
I saw God’s shape in tall oak tree in lovely flower in rising sun flowing stream mountain high ocean wide when lightning glows and lightens dark night sky. I saw God’s shape in falling branch in faded bloom in setting sun raging flood volcanic blast hurricane when lightning strikes and splits and burns and kills….
After many complaints about how the Blog Carnival submission form works, Christian Carnival has a new home. You can got there to find a submission form and a list of future hosts, where you will note that this very blog is the host for March 14. If you are a Christian blogger and you aren’t…
“You’re a great disappointment to me.” Jay’s father’s words hit him harder than when his boss fired him, or when he’d been expelled from his high school. He was still a teenager, and already he was practically unemployable. It wasn’t that he was stupid. He simply had a serious problem with the truth. This is…
These are collected by Barnabas Piper. I have loved the Narnia series since I first read them, and that was as a young adult. C. S. Lewis has some really cogent thoughts. I especially like the point that one of the childish things one leaves off as one becomes a man is “a fear of…
… at Inspiks. Thanks for a good job from a minuteman volunteer!
“We’re not going to bother with any of that marching crap,” said Jeffords to his troops. They were his because he was the only one in town with experience in combat, little as that was. The villagers were lined up, sort of, in front of him. The idea was that he would prepare them to…
The old man sat in his simple room looking at the bag of gold. “Use it however you want,” the rich young fellow had said. “I feel I need to give it to someone, and I have no idea who. I think you may know.” The old man was renowned for his wisdom and his…
He couldn’t be more than four or five years old, thought the headman. He really should know, as this was the son of the resident priest at the little shrine on the north edge of town. But he really couldn’t remember. This is a work of fiction. All person’s, places, and events are products of…