Christian Stories

The old church sat at the edge of the town like a forgotten prayer—its stone walls softened by moss, its steeple leaning ever so…

It started with the smell of smoke. Eleanor shifted in her sleep, her senses pulling her slowly from the haze of dreams into something…

No one noticed him at first. He stood near the edge of the boardwalk, barefoot, arms crossed, the sea wind tugging at his frayed…

The rain had been falling since morning, steady and cold, drenching the streets of the small town where Hannah lived alone in the weathered…

She sat in the back pew, fourth from the end, always on the left. No one knew her name. The church was half full…

It was the last place Mark expected to hear the Word of God. Cold wind snaked through the alley as he pulled his collar…

He hadn’t eaten in three days. The last thing he remembered was the rust-colored glare of the sun off the alley dumpster, and the…

The front gate hung crooked, as if too tired to stand upright any longer. It creaked mournfully when Daniel pushed it open, the wind…

It was a golden October afternoon when the guests began to arrive, laughter tumbling down the stone steps of the old chapel like scattered…