The Runaway

The Runaway

The girl’s skin was fragrant silk. Her eyes were dark, and they sparkled like stars and their light was all for him. It was just as he had imagined when he was back on the farm, a young hick staring into the night sky. He caressed the coins in his pocket – they were...
Deeper Still Retreat

Deeper Still Retreat

Women hoping to recover from prior abortions attended a weekend retreat provided by our ministry partner, Deeper Still. Our team conducts this work with great care, beginning weeks before the event. Though participation is confidential, hours of prayer are offered for...
The Woman

The Woman

I never said a word. There was a fire in me, burning since that afternoon. My soul, which had lain dead for so long, swelled as he spoke and flashed into flame when he looked at me – that look he had, seeing all you had done, all the ways you had killed and buried...
The Dying King

The Dying King

Claudius held down the man’s arm, although he did not struggle. I held the point to his wrist and raised the mallet, flung it down. The spike made a thud, driving through skin and muscle, a small clink as it reached the wooden beam. The Jew gasped, exhaled a long hiss...
Armies of Nain

Armies of Nain

From above, it looked like war. A large crowd was moving down the hill, led by a woman who had long been going downhill and had nothing left to lose. Another large crowd was climbing toward them, led by a man with nothing to gain. They collided at the cemetery outside...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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