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| "Waiting." A short End-Times story. Free pdf |
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| 'n Beker Vol Hoop |
(Afrikaans stories and poems.)
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| Changed Lives |
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| A Basket Of Hope |
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| Pencil in His Hand |
This page also features two bonus short stories. :) Find them after the mini stories and poems.
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Here are a variety of mini stories and a few of my poems.
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To Calm A Storm
Leela had come to the end of all her efforts. She had done everything she could think of: she'd asked, invited, cajoled. She'd whined and she'd cried. She'd even begged. Yes. She had begged.
As she stared out of her kitchen window, her hands slowed in the foamy water. The wind was picking up. Branches were bending and anything that was loose began to flap. Leela compared her life to the gathering storm. People were in danger. Lives were at risk. But her family would not listen no matter how much she spoke. Or argued. So, what could she do? How could she alert them? Get through their walls, their indifference?
She would love them. She would use words. But mainly, deeds. Through Jesus love, salvation and joy would come into her home. Would calm the storm.
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Story copyright: Alison Lawrence
A British Background
Luke walked past a fancy pub and restaurant, a Birmingham canal mirroring his steps. He enjoyed his daily walks through the busy city. Often, he would take a seat on a canal-side bench then wait to see which needy soul the Lord would send his way. Today was no different: a young man sat on the opposite end of the bench, long legs stretched out in front.
Luke broke the ice with a greeting. And the young man looked up. "Funny accent you got there, where're you from?"He grinned in a friendly way, so Luke took his cue. "South Africa. Names' Luke. I'm a youth pastor at a church in the city
"That's a bit odd," commented the man. He seemed genuinely puzzled. "Don't we have enough pastors of our own then?"
Luke's smile remained warm. He'd fielded the question quite often."Honestly, I've no idea. But I do know God sent me here. My ancestors came from Birmingham. They went over to South Africa as missionaries. Now I'm returning the favour."
"Don't mean to be rude or anything, but most people around here do know about God. So why would they need a missionary?"
Unperturbed, Luke met the man's gaze. "But do they know God as their Lord and friend?"
"Spose most don't" the man watched some ducks bobbing along on the water. "How can a person really know God anyway? It's not like He's here with us."
There in the busy city, holy moments passed as Luke explained the way of salvation to the young man. He seemed genuinely interested as Luke shared his own story: how God had rescued him out of his pub-crawling past. When it was time to head on, Luke handed him some tracts along with an invitation to the church. He always made sure to write his phone number on the tracts. The young man, whose name was Oliver, thanked Luke and promised to think things over. Luke continued his walk, but not before making a note of Oliver's name on his prayer list.
Luke made his way along a tow-path inside a tunnel. He'd reached the centre of Birmingham. A couple of brightly painted narrowboats chugged softly by and Luke waved at the friendly boaters. He'd been for a couple trips on day-tripper narrowboats. He and Rose had enjoyed the slow, relaxed pace of the boats. He smiled as he remembered one romantic date spent motoring slowly along the leafy suburban canals. Thoughts of Rose, now heavily pregnant with their first little one, made him pick up his pace. Their apartment was situated away from the fashionable canal area, so he still had a way to walk. Following the Lord's leading though, he stopped to chat with a couple of dog walkers and helped an elderly woman with her shopping.
As he continued on his way, he thought about his ancestors: his great-grandparents. They'd joined the African Evangelistic Band and had traveled as far as Namibia. They'd braved tough conditions and non-existant roads to take the Good News that Jesus saves to anyone who would hear. Now, here he was. Back in Birmingham, bringing the good news to young and old alike. Peace and joy filled his heart. This is where he was meant to be. Softly singing a Gospel song, he took two steps at a time up to his apartment, to Rose and to their earthly home in the city of Birmingham.
The End.
Copyright: Alison Lawrence
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