The Cross in the Dust Storm
The wind had howled through the plains all day, lifting dust in angry swirls that blotted out the sky. By late afternoon, the sun...
Christian Stories
The Jail Cell Prayer
The walls were cinder block gray, and the air in the cell never lost the smell of bleach and something older — sweat maybe, or reg...
The Gift He Didn’t Deserve
Danny sat in the back of the courtroom, his fingers curled into the sleeves of a worn denim jacket, knees bouncing, as the judge r...
The Paralyzed Soldier Who Danced
No one noticed the young man in the wheelchair when he first entered the church sanctuary. His hands rested motionless on his lap,...
The Atheist Who Couldn’t Stop Weeping
David had always been a man of reason, a man who prided himself on his skepticism. He had abandoned the idea of God many years ago...
The Baby Who Wasn’t Supposed to Live
They named her Eden. Not because they thought she’d live long enough to need a name, but because it felt right. Like a small retur...
The Soldier Who Refused to Hate
It was spring in the hills of southern France, and the air carried that sweet, almost deceptive calm that comes before war’s memor...
The Child Who Asked the Right Question
It was the kind of Sunday morning that felt too bright for grief. The sanctuary windows glowed with spring sun, and the daffodils...
The Voice in the Flood
The rain had not stopped for six days. At first, it had come softly, like a whispered confession on the rooftops of the small Tenn...
The Knife Fell Before It Could Strike
He hadn’t meant to reach for the drawer. Not really. It was late. The kitchen light hummed above him like an insect trapped in gla...