Chin

by Carol J. Warren

Once upon a time there was a young Native American Indian boy named Chinereth, but most people called him Chin for short. He was tall and sleek with long flowing brown hair that he kept in braids trailing down the brown skin of his back. He loved to play at the nearby creek, especially in the summer when it was hot. He would sit under the little waterfall to get cool or he might swim or even try to catch a fish with his bare hands or a spear. When he tired of that he would lay on a large flat rock in the hot sun to dry. The warmth just seemed to soak him through and through. He would watch the clouds in the sky floating lazily by and the branches of the trees stirring gently in the breeze overhead.

One day as Chin was playing by the creek he noticed an unusual rock. It was shinny and black, almost like glass. Its sides were smooth and its edges sharp. It caught the light and shone with satiny blackness. Chin thought it was very special indeed. He had been playing in that creek all of his life and he had never seen such a rock before or even heard of such a rock.
GoldenMinistries on 02.29.04 @ 05:44 PM CST [more..]

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Breathing Under Water

By Carol J. Warren

(This story tells the gospel story in a different kind of way using Science Fiction. This works very well with a younger generation that is into TV and Video Games.)
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Usually a story starts with a long time ago or once upon a time but this story happens in the future, so a long time into the future, there was a family. Well there not exactly like your average family around the corner but in some ways they are. You see this family lives on the floor of the ocean.

In the future with the ozone being seriously damaged and all the pollution and other problems, the plant life and food crops were seriously affected. Scientist became increasingly aware of the shortage of food and the ill effects the sun was having on people’s health. So the scientist of that day decided to try to genetically altar mankind in such a way as to enable him to live and breath under water. The vast oceans of the world covered much more territory than the inhabitable landmasses did. It would provide more room and more food, which at that time was an ever-increasing problem and some protection from the environment.

GoldenMinistries on 02.28.04 @ 12:03 AM CST [more..]

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The Castle

By Carol J. Warren

*Note: The mother in this story represents the world. The King is Jesus and the Father is God. We are the little girl, the chosen one.*

The castle sat high up on a tall hill. It had long been abandoned and it showed. The highest turret had so much of its wall missing, it’s a wonder how it stayed in place at all. Vines grew thick over broken walls like a forest animal trying to gobble the castle up. Tree limbs invaded the privacy of once-drawn windows and thatched roofs. The gate, once majestic and imposing, hung cocked at an angle, held only by the upper hinge. It looked as though it would fall on anyone that tried to pass by it. The wall around the castle, that had once protected it from invading armies, was broken and in many places only piles of rubble around gapping holes. The inner courtyard, once bright and buzzing with activity, was dark and overrun with thick bushes and tall weeds. A snaky-looking place at best. Inside the castle was dreadful and dreary. Hung with dark weather rotted tapestries and wet rugs that held piles of stinking rubble and debris. A place of rats and slimy things.
GoldenMinistries on 02.27.04 @ 12:03 AM CST [more..]

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Brown Dog

By Carol J. Warren

Once there was a brown dog. He was not a very pretty dog. He was scrawny and scraggly with reddish brown hair and only one ear. One ear had been bitten off in a dogfight. But one thing good thing about the brown dog was he always looked like he was smiling. Every day the brown dog would go down to the playground to watch the children play.
GoldenMinistries on 02.26.04 @ 04:23 PM CST [more..]

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Broken Trust

By Carol J. Warren

Once upon a time there was a man who lived far, far up in the mountains all by himself. He didn’t mind living by himself, as a matter of fact he chose that life style because people had hurt him so many times that he just didn’t feel that he could trust anyone anymore. So he felt it was just best to live by himself where no one could ever hurt him again.

He was a shepherd, which would have been a lonely life if he didn’t have such a wonderful sheep dog that was also his very best friend. He loved his sheep dog very much. They worked together, played together, ate together and even slept together. The dog was very smart and very loving. He was loyal, faithful and devoted, who could ever ask for more? They had been together for many years.

GoldenMinistries on 02.25.04 @ 12:12 AM CST [more..]

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Bolie's Spear

By Carol J. Warren

The jungle is a wild place where wild untamed things live and struggle with the jungle and each other to survive. See there is an eerie looking red-eyed tree frog over there. On the trail is a large bluish colored lizard that looks very mean but he seems to have lost interest now and is moving on. When I stopped to rest a moment ago I almost sat on a log until its head moved. It was a giant rock boa constrictor. The jungle is full of dangers lions, leopards, hyenas, poison snakes, spiders, and many, many other things. A few minutes ago a snake hanging out of a tree swung in my face. I think he is one of those poisonous snakes they call a two-step snake, once they bite you two steps and your dead.


GoldenMinistries on 02.23.04 @ 04:23 PM CST [more..]

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Blind Jack

By Carol J. Warren

Jack was a little boy who loved to play. He loved to play all kinds of games, but the thing Jack loved most of all was playing in his sandbox. He loved to fill his dump truck with sand and push it to the building site. Then he would dump the sand and sprinkle it with water so that it would hold its shape. Then Jack would work for hours building big buildings, only to tear them down when he was done so he could build something else. Jack loved to build and piece things together.


GoldenMinistries on 02.23.04 @ 04:03 PM CST [more..]

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Burden Bearer

As Given to Carol J. Warren by the Lord

Long ago a story was told of a man who traveled far. His journey led him through the desert; it was very hot and hard. On one side of the man was a donkey traveling the same way and on the other a hare hopping in the same direction as they.

The sun beat down upon the man, sweat poured down from him. His feet were burned by the sand even through his shoes. He began to realize that he was too weak to make such a long journey through such a perilous wasteland. If he didn’t find help through this desert he might even die.

GoldenMinistries on 02.20.04 @ 11:43 PM CST [more..]

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