Grace shaded her eyes. “What’s that in the distance?” Merci squinted. “I don’t have a clue, but it looks like something or other in some trees.” Curiosity got the best of them. They stood up, brushed off the dirt, and hurried toward the structure that seemed to draw them with an intensity of the day’s sunshine.
Category: gospel
A Profound Chinese Question
She looked from the notepad to me. “He ask, ‘If Jesus be good, why He make mother so sad?'”
The Son
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.