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Book Spotlight - THE GREAT THIRST BOXED SET - Mary C. Findley

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“Come on. Come on. Come on!” Talia chanted, until the messaging application appeared. The characters she typed were not English.

Arrived stateside. Keep your word.

The response came after a long lag.

How many lies told to pull that off?

Talia ignored the taunt and repeated her message.

Location of artifacts?

Proof of life first.

You withheld dive info.

Proof of life.

A video link appeared after some delay, time-stamped to within moments of the current time in western Syria. Talia forced herself not to react to the sight of her aunt and uncle in a small room half-filled with sand, lit only by slits near the roof, and no apparent water or food. Remmy paced like an angry bear, but very slowly and clumsily, slipping on the sand. Sophia sat huddled in a corner. The video clipped off abruptly. Talia typed in co-ordinates of the dive site off Ugarit.

What recovered? the question blinked into view.

Nothing. 5 witnesses can confirm. You sea…

Book Spotlight - ALL THE ANGELS STOOD - Laura J. Marshall

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Rush saw that look in Staci when he picked her up, still hopeless. She looked gorgeous, as only she could look. Her long black hair accentuated her fair skin and dark eyes. He could tell she was nervous and…weary. It was the vibe he had gotten, like she was beyond caring. He had tried to joke with her in the car on the way over, but he swore it fell flat. This wasn’t just about the evil surrounding her anymore; this was about Staci...the person. He was falling for her. On one hand, he wanted to protect his heart. On the other, he wanted to wade full on in and make her care as much as he did…about herself…and about him.

“Adam’s in the band,” Rush said, leading the way into the sanctuary.

“Band?” She asked with her eyes wide. She really seemed to have no idea what all this was about.

“Yeah, we do praise and worship before the lesson, just a few songs.”

He could feel Staci trying to adjust to this information as they moved down the aisle …

Whosoever

But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart. (1Sa 16:7)
God send the prophet, Samuel, to anoint a king for Israel, and he arrived with some preconceived notions of what kind of man that should be – tall, stalwart, muscular. But instead, God picked a boy, a shepherd of ruddy complexion, who spent his days guarding sheep.




This wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last time God chose someone out of the ordinary. He used a harlot to save two spies. He married a prophet to a whore. His richest, most influential king had wives from many non-Jewish nations. That king’s father, the previous king, killed a man after sleeping with his wife. (Heb 11:31; Hos 1:2; 1Ki 11:1-2;2Sa 11:15)

He used a prophet who hid in a cave out of fear. Protected a murderer. Blessed a youth who lied about being his brother. …

I Know I Am

And it came to pass, as Jesus sat at meat in the house, behold, many publicans and sinners came and sat down with him and his disciples. And when the Pharisees saw it, they said unto his disciples, Why eateth your Master with publicans and sinners? But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.(Mt 9:10-13)
Jesus ate dinner with the outcasts of society, the people that others, wrapped in their feather-padded pews, went out of their way to avoid.

He wasn't afraid to be seen with a tax collector, a group of lepers, an adulteress, a Samaritan in an unmarried relationship, a mad man who cut himself with stones.

This thought convicts me. I've seen more than one group of well-dressed "Christian" saints, ensconced in their perfect bubbles where the air is cl…

I Feel Better

Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven. (Mt 18:21-22)

Have you seriously tried that?

Which time did that insult spat from careless lips sit right with you? Number forty? Number two-hundred and twenty nine?

Speaking from my own experience, it gets harder and more painful each time, not easier, until hearing the same person make the same negative remark becomes too much, and I start to wonder at what point is God going to step in and make them stop?

Am I supposed to sit there and take this again and again, my heart being ripped further and further to shreds each time? Pounding and pounding, each blow making that place inside a little more tender than it was. And me more afraid it won't stop. That it'll happen again. Unpredictable.

Me always on my toes, head turned, eye squinched, waiting for those words to hit…