“Are you blind, man? You’re life is falling apart around you and you can’t even see it!” Matt yelled.
“I’ve got it under control!” Mike shouted back, knuckles turning white as his grip tightened around the bottle of beer in his hand.
“Yeah, like you had it under control when you almost killed yourself driving drunk or when you hit your wife and broke her jaw—”
“Shut up,” Continue reading “How Free the Truth”
I raised my hands up above my head as I stared down the business end of the .45.
Come on. Are you kidding me? I just wanted to make a deposit!
The hand that held it trembled and I looked up into the kid’s eyes, the only part of his face that showed through the black ski mask he wore.
What I saw there wasn’t what I would have expected to see in the eyes of an armed bank robber. Continue reading “Do You Believe?”
“What do ya say? Should we give it a shot?” Andy asked.
Kris sighed and shrugged, “I don’t know.”
Andy stared at his son for several moments and nodded.
Nothing he did seemed to meet with approval from the sixteen-year-old. He’d thought finding a car for him would make him happy. Getting a clunker would be affordable and they could spend time together restoring it. However, it seemed even this idea was falling flat.
Kris cocked his head to the side as he looked at the beat-up old Camaro. Continue reading “Beautiful, In Its Time”
(Winner of CFW Event #18)
Taking that first drink when he was seventeen. That was the first major mistake of his life. One drink had led to another and then… he was hooked.
Stopping by the side of the road to help Jenny Garman change a flat tire. That was one of the good choices he’d made. They’d known each other vaguely before then. Seen each other as they walked through the halls of Dearbrook High, but after he’d helped her that day it had spurred a friendship. He never really understood it, at least on her part. She must have seen something good in him. Maybe she saw what he could be. Continue reading “Ten Things”
(Runner Up in CFW Event #16)
Charlie stared at the reflection in the mirror that had thrown the words at him with such hate he felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
The reflection was ugly in the chipped and broken mirror, the glass dusty and rust-patched.
“You’re trash,” the reflection spat, “You always have been and you always will be.” Continue reading “The Man in the Mirror”
(Second Place Finisher in CFW Event #15)
Rissa watched the stream trickle to nothing more than a thin thread of water meandering over the rocks. Then a little further down it disappeared altogether. As she walked on, she found herself entering a desert, stretching out endlessly in a sun-beaten, desiccated expanse of sand. Heat-lines rose up like a mirage in the distance where the sand met the sky. Continue reading “Like a River”
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(Last chapter from the Kindle devotional ebook Grace Like Rain.”
Grace. It’s a word often used in the realm of Christianity, but do we really understand what it means? Do we realize the depth of it?
Grace is God’s infinite love, comfort, and forgiveness of His children. Grace is the blood flowing down from the pierced body on the cross and washing away our sins, cleansing us in its purity. Grace is God’s gift offered freely to all mankind—infinite, unimaginable, amazing.
“For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation to all men,” Titus 2:11 Continue reading “Grace Like Rain”
(Winner of CFW Event #12)
Rylan stared at the endless expanse of Illtydian soldiers stretching out for miles across the rolling green hills of the Takuma Downs. Ominous gray thunderheads billowed in from the north, threatening a violent storm and blanketing the land in an eerie, dim blue light.
Rylan stood atop the hill to which his army had just retreated.
He could see the Illtydians reforming into lines, preparing for the next battle. Continue reading “The King’s Son”
(As featured on the back cover of the Winter 2013-2014 issue of Evangel)
She was young and scared with nowhere to turn.
She was pregnant and alone with a lot to learn.
She’d been told, “It’s your right to choose,”
But they never told her what she would lose.
She walked in for the operation,
She walked out to self-condemnation.
It was only a fetus, she told herself, It wasn’t a baby;
That’s what they say, but maybe —
Maybe they’re wrong. Continue reading “No Turning Back”