Category: Stories

Georgie Girl is a very special kitten. She was born the runt of a litter of five kittens. Not only that, but she has a cleft palate and deformed nose. Instead of being abandoned because of her deformity, she has been embraced with love. Georgie was in some trouble at only two weeks old because of how she was born and her human family rushed her to the vet’s office. After a series of treatments, thankfully Georgie Girl recovered. At six months old, now she is well enough to play with with her brothers and sisters. She is a happy...

A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the WILL OF GOD for his life and...

A letter written to a man on death row by the Father of the man whom the man on death row had killed: You are probably surprised that I, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but I ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. As the Father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I have something very important to say to you. I forgive you. With all my heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard for you to believe, but I really do. At your...

An old story tells us about a man who asked three stone masons what they were doing. The first man said he was laying bricks. The second man described his work as building a wall. But it was the third man who explained genuine concern for his work. He said, “I am raising a great cathedral.” Ask this same question to a group of fathers concerning their role in the family, and you would get many contrasting answers. One father might say, “I am supporting my family.” Another father might see his role differently and say, “I am raising children.”...

It was a cold winter’s day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked in the church. As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church. He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years...