(This is part of a series of short stories that belong together. You might want to read Most WonderFul Time first, but it is not necessary. Many of the characters in that one and this short story will continue to pop up over the next couple of weeks.) The Monday after Thanksgiving, this year…
December 4, 1861, Irian Jaya Simu and Kere spent the night in tears. When the dawn arrives, their two-year-old boy, Dexjo, would no longer be theirs. He had been chosen to become the Peace Child. While everyone else rejoiced that the Mauri tribe had accepted the agreement, Simu and Kere just could not get into…
Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see Pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the king Pa rum pum pum pum,
So to honor Him Pa rum pum pum pum
When we come
The first three chapters are now available for free…
Do cell phones, internet, and social media truly bring us closer together?
I am more than willing to obey God even to the point of death. Just so long as it is my death. If God said that my opedience to him would be the result of someone else? I don’t know.
Personal reflections on what was happening yesterday in DC…
We are all hoping that ’21 will be a better year than ’20. The scary thing is, as low as that bar might be, there is no guarantee that it will be.
THE RIVER WALK 