When a Murderer Met Mercy
The first thing Thomas noticed when he stepped into the church was how quiet it was. Not the sort of silence that feels hollow or...
Christian Stories
The Soldier Who Refused to Shoot
It was a winter morning when Elias first felt the tremble in his trigger finger—not from the cold, but from something deeper that...
The Wallet with No Name
He found it by the roadside, half-buried in slush and gravel, the kind of gray midwinter grime that coats everything after too man...
The Wreck That Saved Him
The rain had just started when Luke cut the ignition. It came soft and steady, like the weeping of someone too tired to sob. He sa...
The Shadow on the Wall That Looked Like a Cross
It first appeared on a Tuesday afternoon, faint and crooked, on the back wall of the old living room where nobody sat anymore. The...
The Last Page of His Father’s Bible
The wind was gentle that morning, but something about it felt heavy. Not with rain, not with storm, but with memory. Caleb stood b...
The Wallet That Led Her Back to Church
The wallet was small, cracked at the edges, and the kind of nondescript black leather that seemed to blend into the world around i...
The Candlelight Confession
The power had gone out hours ago, leaving the church cloaked in darkness save for the flickering glow of votive candles scattered...
The Message in the Rain
The day started with a stillness that felt unnatural for spring. No birdsong, no breeze, only the heavy hush of clouds swollen wit...
A Prodigal Daughter’s Journal
They found the journal in the bottom drawer, under a folded hoodie and a pair of worn ballet slippers that still smelled faintly o...