The Prayer in the Burning Car
The fire was everywhere. Lena gripped the steering wheel, though the car had long stopped moving. Smoke coiled into the cabin, thi...
Christian Stories
The Cross at the Construction Site
It was just supposed to be another demolition. Dust hung in the morning air like a veil, catching the slant of the sun as men in n...
The Fire That Didn’t Burn the Bible
The fire started in the middle of the night, when most of the town was still sleeping. It caught first in the corner of the old wo...
The Cross Carved into the Wall
The boy didn’t speak for a long time. He stood in the hallway, one sneaker halfway off, backpack sagging from one shoulder, starin...
The Farmer Who Heard a Whisper
Eli Jenkins had never been one for nonsense. The land was hard, the seasons were short, and talk didn’t feed the cattle. His boots...
The Nurse Who Held Their Hands
Margaret never imagined she'd still be working past seventy. Her hands were slower now, her steps more careful, but there was some...
The Dying Child Who Whispered “Jesus”
The emergency room was quiet for a moment — that kind of silence that only settles after chaos has passed through like a storm. Nu...
The Convict Who Baptized His Cellmate
The water was cold—just a trickle from the cracked sink in Cell B17—but to Marcus, it felt like the Jordan River. He cupped his ha...
The Woman Who Wrote Psalms on Napkins
She always sat at the corner booth of Miller’s Diner, just beneath the humming neon sign that blinked “Open 24 Hours,” as if the n...
The Cross in the Graffiti
The first time Marcus noticed the cross, he was just trying to get to school without getting jumped. He walked the long way, past...