Category: Short Story

The Night Angels Carried Me Home

“When the most important things in our life happen we quite often do not know, at the moment, what is going on. A man does not always say to himself, “hullo! I’m growing up.” It is only when he looks back that he realizes what has happened and recognizes it as what people call “growing up.” ― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity Council Bluffs Iowa, … Read More The Night Angels Carried Me Home

The Old Poet In The Park

  In a city park, an elderly man in a navy blue worsted wool coat and scarf, breathed a warm breath into winter air as he sat motionless on a bench. With silvery hair and thick eyebrows, he looked distinguished as a judge. There was a muffled symphony of ravens mixed with distant traffic filtering through gunmetal bare birches and hoar-frosted firs. He let out … Read More The Old Poet In The Park

My God: first person possessive

Growing up in a small Iowa town, I learned of God seated nervously next to my mother in church on Sunday mornings, cringing in my seat under the animated rhetoric of a red-faced reverend essentially preaching “turn or burn!” My father used God’s name in vain countless times and so I initially thought that ‘God’ was this fearsome deity who’s only intention was to … Read More My God: first person possessive