Your Stories

Today’s post is for you. I started the Sower on xanga.com on November 3, 2005. My first post was not even written by me, but was from a friend’s email. This post, The Harvest, is still very popular even two years later. In fact, I used an email from Janey again in my most recent post. Almost all my relatives are Christians. I am not overseas. I am not on a campus. I have never served in the military. I do not go to work 9 to 5, but YOU do. If you have a story about sharing your faith, … Continue reading Your Stories

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A Walk By Faith

Strange noises from who knows what came out of the jungle. Every time Janey heard the strange sounds, she looked in the direction of the noise and fell into the underbrush . . . probably disturbing the “who-knows-whats” of the African bush. Earlier, Janey and a group of others had traveled for hours and arrived at “who-knows-where” and decided to have a picnic. They had been showing the “Jesus” film near Illoran, Nigeria, and decided to take a little break from the showings at a beautiful waterfall. Afterwards, they discovered the van was stuck. The group found several young boys … Continue reading A Walk By Faith

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Get the facts on The Golden Compass

I’ve been following the buzz on The Golden Compass. It’s very important for Christians to get their facts straight so we do not send the wrong message to people. I recommend: • an excellent article from Christianity Today, and • also another perspective this article from Chuck Colson’s ministry to help you sort out fact from fiction. Continue reading Get the facts on The Golden Compass

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Majoring in Tattoos

I thanked Matt for being considerate when he asked earlier if I had enough room when I squeezed into the middle seat. “Are you a student?” I asked. “No, I’ve just been bummin’ around,” Matt explained. “I want to go to University of Texas, though.” “What would you major in?” “Graphic art.” “What would you like to do with that?” I inquired. “Tattoos,” Matt answered as he rolled up his sleeve. His left forearm was covered. “I designed this myself.” We talked more about his plans and what he was doing now. He naturally asked about me and I explained … Continue reading Majoring in Tattoos

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In a Corner

We walked past seat after seat, looking for two together. Finally, we saw two seats in the very last row. A rail-thin teenager had the window seat. I could not see much of him as he huddled in his back corner of the plane, his hoodie pulled up, hiding his face. I noticed his tattooed ankle as I stowed my carry-on and tried to get comfortable. “Do you have enough room?” he asked. “Thank you,” I replied as I looked up into his face, hidden behind a curtain of hair. I learned his name was Matt and we settled in … Continue reading In a Corner

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The Free Meal

She was standing off to the side, her blue-gloved hand resting on a trash bin. I would be passing by her, so I pulled The Passage from my purse and walked toward her. “Thank you for keeping the restroom clean,” I smiled as I handed her the tract. “What is this?” she asked in a heavy island accent. “This is about Jesus.” “What church are you from?” she wanted to know. However, I didn’t want to answer her directly. I avoid naming denominations or even using “Christian” since a person’s definitions of these words are probably different than mine and … Continue reading The Free Meal

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