The Magnitude of the Story

I can't get over the magnitude of the story. The highest king in the highest court robed in the highest glory looked out over his vast kingdom and saw a patch of darkness, an enclave of evil within his realm of light. Smoke rose from the spot, smoke from the fires that the king's great … Continue reading The Magnitude of the Story

It Probably Wasn’t That Silent

She writhed in pain just like every other mother who had ever given birth. Despite the chilly air, sweat formed on her brow. And how she screamed. Enough to rend her young husband's heart in two. The animals added to the general chaos. Their cries rose and fell with Mary's. Word had gotten out at … Continue reading It Probably Wasn’t That Silent