The Call "Strange winds are blowing in the world, Olam." Grandfather's faded brown eyes sought his. "It won't be long before God sends His judgment fire." Olam searched the familiar face next to him. He saw pure sincerity. And a strange peace. A knowing. The only sounds were the creaking of Grandfather's chair on the wooden floor of the porch, and the rustling of some critter beneath it. No wind to speak of. The leaves of the orange trees glistened under an already warm sun. Grandfather smiled gently. "You can't always see or hear these winds in the physical world, Olam. But the direction of the wind has changed. You need only listen to the news for a few moments." Olam nodded. "You are right, Grandfather. The world is becoming a strange place. Even for young people." Grandfather held Olam's gaze. "And I have been a stranger just passing through it for many years. Perhaps, Olam, it is time to put your trust in Jesus: bef...
The Boat Kerem ran his hand over the huge stone with the hole in the top. It spoke to him somehow. In his mind, he saw it in the deep, troubled waters, helping to anchor a great ship. The drogue stone was taller than Kerem. There were others like it too, and Kerem and his friends had often played around the ancient relics. The existence of the huge anchor stones, was the reason why Kerem and many in his village believed the old, old stories. Stories about a massive boat. A boat which had safely carried a handful of people and a load of animals above the flood. "Tell me again, Dede," Kerem would beg his grandfather, whilst the sheep grazed nearby. "Tell me again about the boat." *** Kerem's grandfather, claimed to know where the remains of the ancient craft lay, and one day he took Kerem to the site. It was a hard trek for the elderly gentleman, but he was determined to pass on his knowledge. As Kerem peered at the rocks, and grass before him, he struggled wit...