So glad to know that someone is saying what needs to be said about this!
Like fiction? Read J’s post then take this link to read his novella! I couldn’t stop reading this beautiful work.
Last spring I started writing a short story. After a while, the characters took over the story. They changed their names, and they kept extending the action until the short story became a novella. I was curious to see how it would end, when suddenly they told me they were done. I allowed the story to rest for a while. This week I pulled it out again, dusted it off, and tweaked it one last time. You can now read this novella by clicking on the word “novella” near the top of this page.
Someone once said that the first words to every story are “what if?” In this case, the story began this way: what if a young pastor was asked by his old flame to give counseling to her and her husband? I could imagine any number of possibilities, and it was interesting to toy with them as…
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The wonders of rescuing the lost Creation.
The tale of Blue
This is the tale of Blue. She lived on the beach following people around begging for affection until one day somebody finally rescued her.
I am a big fan of stories about rescued animals and I have been finding out there a lot of them. This makes me really, really happy! The part that makes me sad is that it seems there were so many other people who just “left her.” We would never do that if we saw a child on the beach alone. Why is it “ok” to leave a dog, that apparently has no “pet parent”, by itself on the beach?
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Friend, may we repent of wasted time – I need to. Repentance honors the Lord Jesus Christ!
A re-post because time has been on my mind a lot lately…
TIME AND ETERNITY
Oh time, how few thy value weigh,
How few will estimate a day!
Days, months and years are rolling on,
The soul neglected and undone!
In painful cares, or empty joys,
Our life its precious hours destroys:
While death stands watching at our side,
Eager to stop the living tide.
Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place?
Was it for this his thought design’d
The frame of your immortal mind?
For nobler cares, for joys sublime,
He fashion’d all the sons of time;
Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be
The heirs of immortality.
This season of your being, know,
Is giv’n to you– your seeds to sow;
Wisdom and folly’s differing grain
In future world is bliss or pain.
Then let me every day review,
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