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A church committee meeting ends in chaos as one man challenges to church to word as a body and seek God’s guidance.
Is there an appropriate time for fear?
Jared waited, somewhat impatiently. The old story-teller sat very still and seemed to be staring off into the distance. The longer the old man stared, the more nervous Jared became. He remembered the words. “The old story-teller has never given his blessing to anyone on their first try.” But Jared had listened carefully to every…
Let your voice be heard!Don’t hold back!Announce it with fanfare.Tell my people they’ve left,Veered right off the path. Even so, they keep looking for me,as though they really like my way.They act like they’ve been righteous,Coloring inside my established lines.They want me to judge righteously,as though they really want to obey. “We’ve fasted. Why don’t…
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…
“I don’t see where I have anything to be thankful for,” said the 95 year old man grumpily as he trimmed roses in the garden of his suburban home, and looked across the yard at his wife. (Featured image generated by Jetpack AI.)
As the committee meeting started to wind up, the chairman, Randall Cummings, a true elder in the church, turned to the young visitor and said, “Well, you haven’t commented very much. I take it you think these are good ideas or you would have told us.” Virgil Moore had just turned 21, and was visiting…
“We’re here to install your new Complete Health Solution,” announced the cheerful voice. “But I didn’t order any such thing,” said the old man. “You didn’t have to! This is all paid for by the Department of Health. There will be no cost to you, and you can pretty much forget doctor visits and taking…
The itinerant storyteller was old and gray, but while they showed the wear of travel, is clothes were of good quality, and he carried a sword and bow that were much above the average in the village. Such was expected of a successful storyteller. So there was a huge fire that night in the center…
“Your body maintenance nanotech package has been infected by a virus,” said the laughing voice via my virtual reality streaming implant, as I gasped for breath and felt my consciousness slip away. (In a possibly ironic twist, the featured image was generated with AI.)