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- Christian Verbally Challenged Short Stories (Volume 3)
Christian Verbally Challenged Short Stories (Volume 3)
Enjoy another 150, instantly downloadable Christian Verbally Challenged Short Stories (Volume 3)! Some teasers follow!
ST FRANCIS XAVIER
3 December 1552, off the Chinese coast "Father Luis," the dying man called to his companion. "Yes, Father Francis," the priest replied, taking the dying man's hand. He knew that there wasn't long to go. "Whatever happens to me, do not let them make me a saint. I do not want veneration of my body. The glory must go to God alone. Promise me." The priest sighed. Not likely, he thought. Such a man as you, Francis Xavier. The Church will use your remains as a lamp to draw others to follow your example. What can I say, then? How can I promise you that it will not happen. It isn't up to me. ...
A JOKE THAT ALWAYS WORKS
One thing that the Balinese and the Australians have in common is a sense of the absurd. I have had many a belly laugh with them. One of my staples is the joke I always tell to my drivers: the Evangelist the the Driver. One day, a world-famous evangelist and a Balinese driver died and went to heaven. As they arrived at the Pearly Gates, St Peter came out to meet them. When he saw the driver, he went into fits of happiness. "Welcome! Welcome!" he gushed. "How great that you are here. Come on in. We have an incredible house waiting for you with everything you could ever want in it." The evangelist was most put out. "That's not fair!" he complained. "How come you're making such a fuss over him? I mean, I was a world-famous evangelist. I went all over the world preaching the Gospel. I healed the sick and raised the dead. And yet you let a mere Balinese driver into heaven ahead of me. I want an explanation." St Peter shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's easy. While you preached, people slept. While he drove, people prayed."
DARKNESS AND LIGHT
Once upon a time, there lived a family. Their home was a cold, dark cave, and they never went outside, except at night, when they hunted for food. You see, many years before, there had been a war, and they had run to the cave for safety. One day, a kind stranger came. He sat with them, ate with them, and finally convinced them to leave the cave. By day. As they headed out the entrance, the sun was coming up. Its light was blinding and almost they ran back inside. The stranger, though, encouraged them to take it slowly and to keep going. They did....just. As they walked through the grass, memories of their former life outside began to flood back. The feel of the breeze on their faces, the sound of the birds in the trees, the beauty of the clouds in the sky. They looked at each other and smiled. Somewhere in the hills around, a wolf howled, and they stopped, hunkering down in fear. ...