Oh My Gods!

closed myself to God, doubting his ability when experiencing pain and suffering. Whenever I would be going through a dark moment in my life, I would often blame God for not loving me. Kairos helped me discover the truth of God, showing me that bad things are when we need God the most and must not doubt His plan. Always thought that since I turned myself off to God, God would do the same. Kairos showed me that God never turns His back on us. In my life, God is a larger part of my life than He has…

In My Antonia written by Willa Cather the story is told in the form of a memoir despite being fictional. The introduction is Jim Burden talking to a friend about a girl named Antonia that they were both acquainted with. Jim suggests the idea that they both write down every story about Antonia that they can remember and form it into a book. The friend agrees however never writes their half. The book My Antonia is the memories Jim Burden has written about his dear friend Antonia Shimerda. Jim has…

How I find out, I hate the woods Tuesday, August 11, 2015. Ramona the presidents of the woman fraternity get to church 10 minute passes 7:30pm. She immediately makes a meeting with the woman’s of the fraternity and the woman’s decants. Ramona read to us what she writes last night two hours pass 12:00 am. Then she makes a suggestion and get ready to see if all of us agree to go and stay one night in the wood to pray just like Jesus did in his time. We all agree to do it the next Saturday,…

have found in my books I should have doused this folly before it began! I see the brand of condemnation on my hands, as bright and stained as it were the ink that with those hands sold the souls of the good Christian men and women of Salem. I have not slept these long months – aye I cannot sleep – for Proctor’s ominous warning haunts my dreams. [he pauses, his face tormented] And I cannot dismiss his words, for surely it is true that we will all burn in hell for this affront to God [quieter,…

But, ah, I assume you don’t know me because all you mortals care about are those dimwit Olympian gods. Well that’s too bad because as soon as I say so, those gods are as doomed as Troy. One snip of my shears could be the death of you. Literally! I am death. My two sisters and I are all together death. We are the fates! We decide on the length of a mortal’s life as well as how long the rule of the gods should last. Clotho spins the thread of life; Lachesis, the Measurer; and I, the Cutter of…

“It's a sacred grove, Arthur, not a field of weeds. And it was your bright idea to go on a quest. No one asked if I wanted to sleep on rocks for a month.” “Shut up, Merlin.” “…” “Oh, stop with the puppy dog eyes. That's hardly fighting fair.” “Nothing ever pleases you, does it?” “Of course not. I'm the King. It's my sovereign right to be displeased. I can see you rolling your eyes, idiot. Now… why did I agree to this?” “For the quest. To find the prophesied secret to Albion's golden age.…

Even what may feel like a set back can actually be a set up for God to show up! His power is made manifest in our weakness. His power is greater than any force that’s trying to come against you. Even the force of your own disappointment or discouragement. Take courage by doing your part to get in agreement with God. An agreement and not an argument! The internal argument that says; ‘I have tried this before, this patiently waiting on God business,…

world to set the captives free (Luke 1:78-79), but more than that he was the great restorer of the brokenness that began in the Garden when our first parents—Adam and Eve sinned (Romans 5:15-17). Jesus came to reconcile humanity with their creator God. Often our limiting of Jesus comes from our upbringing—much like Nathaniel in the New Testament. When Nathaniel first heard about Jesus he asked, “Can anything good come from Nazareth?” (John 1:46). In this question he was revealing, according to…

shade. My entire body seemed to burning. My shaking hands lifted my aching body from the dirt. My skin was no longer this pale color, but instead was as red as a lobster. There was also dirt covering every part of my body. How it got up my pants? I have no clue, but it was rubbing my skin the wrong way. My eyes traveled to the two large bite marks on my right arm, and my left leg. The blood had congealed, but the dirt was creating this yellow tint around the marks. I tear off the sleeves of my…

The Gods’ Rose The moonlight poured from the sky like milk from the chalice of a God. And although the wind was roaring, silence and peace reigned through the forest. Agapi was laying on a thick tree branch outside her home, humming a sweet tune to herself, gently tearing the pettles off a rose and letting them float away with the breeze, while she stared up at the small white specks that were glued on the heavens. She was an odd girl, or so I had heard. She was tranquil, yet wild. Obedient,…