Christian Verbally Challenged Short Stories (Volume 1)
Enjoy 150 Christian Verballed Challenged Stories (Volume 1)! Some teasers follow:
THE SHIP (VIETNAM STORY)
When we lived in Cabramatta in the 80s, it was a centre for the newly arrived Chinese Vietnamese who had fled the conflict in their homeland. We soon made friends with a lot of them, and one friend told me this, her story. My friend was already a Christian when she left Vietnam by boat, but her faith was still a baby one. She boarded a boat with over 300 others, so many that those below deck couldn't even stretch out. They had to take it in turns. It was a horrific time, and then got even worse. The small ship broke down in he middle of the ocean. As the hours ticked by, she prayed to God, "Please let me see a ship." The next morning, she looked out of the porthole and there, in the distance, was a ship. Everyone rejoiced, but the ship didn't see them. It sailed away. My friend cried out to God. "Why did you make it go away?" she asked. ...
DOWN BY THE WATERHOLE
It was a stinking hot day, around midday. A Noongar woman was down at the waterhole when a white feller came up to her and asked nicely if she could get him some water. Now she was surprised because white fellers normally didn’t speak politely to Noongar ladies. She looked at him and said, “I’m a Noongar woman and you’re a white feller. What you asking me for a drink for?” The white feller said to her “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” Now that would be the beginning of a strange conversation, wouldn’t it? But something like that happened once, a long time ago. Down by a waterhole in a place far away called Judea...
A PIRATE IS ALWAYS A PIRATE
Lucy was sitting in a tavern in Jamaica one day when a man walked in, dressed in... well.... pirate clothes. He looked around, saw her sitting alone and put himself opposite. "Greetings, Molly," he grinned saucily. " Ahem. I be a pirate, you know." Lucy stirred her Margarita. "The name's not Molly and yes. I guessed." "My name's Pirate Bill. What's yours then, if it be-nt Molly?" he winked at her. "Lucy, and I'm a reporter. You're just the person I've been waiting to interview, Pirate Bill. Let me get my recorder out." "Recorder?" he asked. "Well, that be a good thing. I like this modern tecknologee." "Glad to hear it," nodded Lucy. "Now, let's start. So, you're a pirate, Pirate Bill. Tell me, though, aren't all pirates bad? Don’t they attack ships and steal things?" Bill cleared his throat. “Well, yes. But I’m a GOOD pirate." Lucy leant forward." A good pirate? What does that mean?...
