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By Doug Wilson
This a story of a garment maker who discovers the birth of a baby in the town of Bethlehem so long ago. For him and his family this starts a tradition of love and sharing that they celbrate in years following
11/14/2014 2:19:39 PM
Dear Readers, Congratulations if you got this far. Your eternal spirit may yet be saved; but alive with your soul will be a different story. That would be a forced conflict to deny the evil from claiming the right to commit murder in violation of the law. That Would be...
A Christian poem of faith.
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
I explain my faith in The Masterpiece, as I have flown past death to wonder at the beauty of the universe as I meditated past the stars. Facing treachery in my life earlier, I continued to work in the private gardens in which people made me a slave as a child. I always thought of the rest of...
By Doug Wilson
Birth of a child in a manger, oh so long ago. The Child's Name is to be Jesus. A father celebrates the birth of the child by bringing gifts.
Touch of His Garment
From a distance I could see a radiance
Of lights abundantly surrounding a spiritual
I thought to myself who is this, the
Shimmering essence through my body and soul.
I thought if I could get a little closer
I would understand what this was.
The crowd was such a...
By Susan Hartline Fouts
The budding of the fig tree, signifying the rebirth of Israel as a nation happened on May 14, 1948. Jesus said that when you see the budding of the fig tree spreading her branches know that the time of the end is at hand. It is even at the door. It is a poem of hope for those who are watching...