The Soldier Who Refused to Shoot
It was a winter morning when Elias first felt the tremble in his trigger finger—not from the cold, but from something deeper that had started to stir days ago. Snow drifted like ashes across the […]
Faith Focus: Christian Stories
The Forgotten Hymn
The pews smelled of old varnish and dust, and the winter air that filtered in through the crack in the stained glass made Eleanor pull her coat tighter around her shoulders. She sat in the […]
The Murderer Who Met His Victim’s Father
The prison cafeteria smelled of bleach and instant coffee. A guard leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching with that half-bored, half-wary look he wore like a badge. Across the scarred metal table, Nathan […]
The Cross Carved into the Wall
The boy didn’t speak for a long time. He stood in the hallway, one sneaker halfway off, backpack sagging from one shoulder, staring at the pale outline just above the baseboard. The house was quiet—his […]
The Woman Who Lost Everything But Jesus
The rain came the day the movers arrived. It wasn’t a gentle spring rain that softened the edges of the world; it was a cold, slashing downpour that soaked through the back of Margaret’s jacket […]
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 Tennessee town, and people welcomed it. April had been too dry. […]
The Stranger at the Wedding
It was a golden October afternoon when the guests began to arrive, laughter tumbling down the stone steps of the old chapel like scattered petals. Emma stood near the front doors, straightening the hem of […]
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 regret. Danny sat on the bottom bunk, arms resting on […]
The Forgotten Bible Verse
Elias sat on the back pew of the little church, his fingers tracing the edge of a worn Bible he couldn’t bring himself to open. Dust curled in the golden shafts of light from the […]
The Cross in the Graffiti
The first time Marcus noticed the cross, he was just trying to get to school without getting jumped. He walked the long way, past the broken swings in the housing complex, down the alley that […]