A short story I’ve written, called “Not Ready to Believe in Prayer” has been picked up by the magazine Edify Fiction! I recommend you skip over to give it, and the other fine contributors a read. The world needs more fiction magazines with a Christian mindset.
Singapore
June 2017
P.S. I’m still around, don’t worry! I’ve been honing my writing skills and my spiritual walk, and hopefully will continue posting “The Dead in Christ” soon.
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The door dinged once more, and this time the cold air swept in Elder Thane and his young son. The tattlers at the Miller’s Wheel couldn’t decide whether Elder Thane’s boy was backward, or just another ‘queer one’. As always, the boy stared bright-eyed all about the room on some private journey of exploration.
“Have a seat, Elder,” Elan said. “I won’t be long. The vicar is just finishing.”
“No, Tendril. I came to hear what you’ve decided.”
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Elan let his scissors fall to his side. How could he describe what had happened at yesterday morning’s worship? It had been so momentous, so personal, that words failed him.
Words didn’t fail Ferney: by the time the news had reached the Miller’s Wheel it had been condensed into a set of easy-to-remember quips. “His pastor up and said he ‘saw the light’ and become one a’ those jumpin’ penta-costal fellers,” he said.
“Is that so?” the vicar said, carefully avoiding condoning or condemning what Ferney had said.
“The church board gone and de-frocked him right then and there. Now they got no pastor. I always knew he was a queer one.”
