Category Archives: Short Story

Had Christ refused, His blood to shed, Refused to bow His sacred head, Had Jesus simply said “Oh, no. Up Calvary’s Hill I will not go.” Had Jesus simply said, “Not I,” When called upon to bleed and die. “I will not bear the sins of those Who stripe my back and part my clothes.”

There lived new parents in the land of Ozzie. They worked hard and gave birth to two children. They held them and loved them. They gave them everything they could ever wish for. The parents worked hard, giving them no responsibilities. The children were not happy and wanted more, The land of Ozzie certainly owedContinue reading “Short Story”

It was Mrs. Wagoner, my third grade teacher that read us a story about a boy wanting to develop his muscles. The boy about twelve wanted to grow muscles. He went around his town asking people how to do this. He went to a house at the edge of town. There was a guy choppingContinue reading “A Story I remember”

by Mac Anderson August 1992. Derrick Redmond from Great Britain was covered to win the 400-meter race during the summer Olympic Games in Barcelona, Spain. But as he powered around the backstretch his hamstring snapped. Derrick tried desperately to finish the race, but he still had half the distance to go. Because he could’t walk,Continue reading “I wish you Love…from” The Power of Attitude””

Lord here I am! Can’t you see me! Look I’m here, can’t you see me? I’m looking at you! Help Lord, I need your help, and NOW!!!!!!!! This is what I heard a student proclaim. He had apparently read a book but forgot what it said in regard to the question he was faced withContinue reading “Are you stumped?”

The receiving of a beautiful, desired necklace and an article by Mary Cothers, led by the Holy Spirit, inspired these metaphoric thought. What is Salvation of the Lord Jesus Christ like? I will tell you what it is like to me. It is like a lovely pendant, hung about the neck, the Centerpiece rot ehContinue reading “The Necklace of Emeralds and Diamonds”

Please enjoy the quilt my grandmother, Alice Furlough, made for me. I remember a story she told me about my cousin, Frankie. When Frankie was just a little boy, he wanted to quilt, like her. She told me that she fixed him a place near her, and a needle with thread, and handed it toContinue reading “A Needle in Time”

This story is dedicated to my mother and all those who are artist of the needle. We so enjoy your wonderful talent and applaud you. Hettie Ruby grew up in the lean years of this country, right after the Great Depression. When she was little, her mother dressed her in long brown dresses, brown stockings,Continue reading “Artist of the Needle”

I wrote this story for a friend of mine about ten years ago. I hope you can identify with the story in some way. She didn’t recognize the gift that she held in her hands. What a magnificent gift it is. Do you have a gift that you don’t recognize. Read about Pam’s and askContinue reading “Caretaker Pam”