Short stories and parables
There was a Son who wanted to invite some guests to a party. As he began getting the house ready, he considered how he might decorate so that the guests could enjoy their time there. He considered the infinite options, then decided on a few that would be best suited for his guests, one of […]
There once was a man who raised mice. He was a very special man, because he was very powerful and very wise. He knew all about the past, and he could even see five minutes into the future. What he could not do, was force the mice he had raised to respect and honor him.
Timing is everything, or at least so I have heard. Sometimes I wonder if it’s true, and sometimes I wonder what part God plays in the timing of our lives. I remember during my college days, my roommate and I somehow found ourselves registering for the same class at the same time. Given our different
Jay lived on an island with a large tribe. His complex culture had evolved over the centuries and included religious practices that were also complex, and at times, difficult to understand. Jay didn’t think too much about it. He just followed the culture’s lead and worshiped in a similar fashion to the vast majority of
Tom Adams sat behind his big desk, writing out his agenda for the merger. He had it all figured out. He was good at seeing what needed to be done, making an agenda, checking things off and getting things done. It’s why he was the boss. Meanwhile, there were other agendas being created. Tom’s wife
Sam and I went for a hike in the National Forest yesterday. Since it was a beautiful day at a popular spot, the trail was pretty busy. We met several interesting characters along the way, but one of the most interesting was a rather old looking individual that was standing beside the path. As we
The rain fell despite the young boy’s protest. He stood on the front porch, staring out towards the wet black pavement on the street. He gazed up at the sky, shook his fist and yelled, “Stop it!” The sky answered with a far away rumble of thunder and refused to comply. The boy yelled louder, his
Bob sat in his chair looking for the sunrise. He stared out the window, just waiting for the faint light to appear on the horizon. He glanced at the clock. It should be coming up by now. Maybe there are clouds blocking the weak early morning light. He waited. Bob waited in that chair for
Typically, the neurons in his brain would fire with no regard for reality. He had begun to replace choices with habits from the time he was born, gathering thought patterns that had worked to define him. Now, locked in a cycle of suffering, he needed a way of undoing what had been done. But what
A coworker / neighbor / friend of mine writes a blog I like to read. She also participates in a writing exercise where one takes a list of words and uses them in a poem or short prose. I decided to give it a try, maybe bending the rules (or taking the easy way) by