Creative Writing

When The Good Things Become Visible

1920 1280 Kaitlin Curtice

M no waben. Mno waben. I held my three year old son in the early morning light, held him in the middle of my room as he stumbled in after…

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When We Were On Fire Again – A Post Resurrection Lament

2000 1333 Aaron J. Smith

We used to burn so brightly. There was something beautiful about our passion, our fire. I glowed and flickered, raged and shone brightly. We were the future, pastors, worship leaders,…

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Merry and Bright

3872 2592 Sarah Rennicke

We’re chest deep in the Christmas season, yet I don’t feel merry and bright. My head is filled with frantic, stuffed to overload. My brother and sister-in-law are preparing for…

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1920 1285 Sarah Rennicke

We are all meant to be. Someone. Something. A flash of light through thick, syrupy darkness. We have been fastened together by dreams and shapes and symphonies, formed in the…

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Why I Find Comfort Walking In Peter’s Footprints

1920 1280 Stephanie Thompson

I can hear the voice beckoning me forward. By all Heavenly accounts, I have nothing to fear. Have I forgotten the miracles Jesus has performed in front of my eyes?…

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Peculiar Road

1920 1280 Sarah Rennicke

Peculiar. It is peculiar, how this faith thing works. How in the middle of a hurricane comes a calm. How the twisted turns of life brings out a dependence from…

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When We Pray For Dying Children

2126 1408 Kaitlin Curtice

Last night when I couldn’t sleep, I got up to walk around the house for a few minutes before getting back into bed. I could hear the breathing rhythms of…

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After London

150 150 Robert Rife

She grabbed my hand – caught, like a tufted grove of hazy branches – there were promises unspoken. The full English – an edible morning rainbow. Then, it’s heads down, cell…

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Come To You

1920 1281 Sarah Rennicke

You tell me to come to You. Me, worn and weary, fall into You, and You will give me rest. Just come to You. Simple. Straightforward. Just come.   Am…

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From The Poet’s Ready Pen

275 183 Robert Rife

From the poet’s ready pen comes the yawning stillness, leaking out from linen thoughts, stretched tight upon the hungry loom. How dear these words come, dear soul, trading green for our grey.…

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Rolling The Stone Away

1920 1285 Mary Langer Thompson

Five men, a jack, and a dolly are all it takes to lift the monumental block of Thou Shalt Nots, to wheel it away. But the moving crew is impatient.…

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Toward a Rule – Eschewing Truancy

640 640 Robert Rife

In early November of 2016, I participated in a class toward my ordination entitled “Vocational Excellence.” This is part 4 of the paper I submitted, aimed at constructing and presenting a…

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