Faith, Fiction, Friends

“No one’s home,” said an elderly woman standing on the porch next door. “She left early this morning with a suitcase, so she must have ...

I try to remember when the reality of what had happened to us finally sunk in. I had a glimpse when I saw thousands camped out at the h...

As Michael entered the dorm lobby with his bike and backpack, the housemaster stopped him. “Mr. Kent, you’ve got a visitor. She’s been ...

Canon Martin Land powered on his mobile, punching in a number he knew by heart. “It’s Land,” he said. “I was watching the press con...

“Josh,” Zena said, “there’s something in Michael that speaks to you, and I suspect speaks deeply. He thinks the world of you, but it’s ...

That evening at dinner, Michael raised the issue. “We have a sixth family, Jason.” “Yes?” he said, his eyes hopeful but wary. “...

“This young man was more than just David’s roommate, wasn’t he?” Gran said. Sarah nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” “...

“I’ve been going ‘round to churches,” Michael said, “talking about reformation. It was something I felt called to do, even before we le...