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The Cheerleader By Bobby Neal Winters Hiram walked out of the ivy-covered hall that housed his office and past the one than housed the bookstore. They called it a bookstore, anyhow, though, among the items that generated revenue, books rated somewhere between chewing gum and gum erasers...

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Thanks, Flow and Love, your kind words mean a lot.

A quality of time By Bobby Neal Winters When a loved-one dies and you are there time takes on a different quality. An eternity passes between each click of the second hand. Actions that used to be done as second nature now require a focus and concentration that you are no longer capable...

The Resurrection was physical. They could touch the wounds in his hands and side. However, His body was different. It could be in different places at the same time, sites separated by miles. It could enter and leave through closed doors.

The squeak By Bobby Neal Winters Jacob Plennik left his apartment and shut the door behind him. It closed with the only sound being a little puff of air. He liked it that way and wouldn’t tolerate anything else. During the two years he’d spent in prison, he’d heard enough metal clanking...

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Not a real story. I was on a trip on a back road and saw a truck with a sleeping birth and a car parked like the ones described in the story, but the rest is imagination.

Jephthah’s Daughter By Bobby Neal Winters I’ll not tell you where he lived. I will tell you it was a small town in Kansas and to give it a name, I’ll call it Gilead. I won’t tell you his name either, but I have to call him something so it might as well be Jephthah Jones. It’s a Bible name...

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The Sign of Jonah By Bobby Neal Winters I first learned of the story of Jonah from my Grampa Sam, only he called it the story of Jonah and the Whale. Grampa was from the old oral tradition and recited the story from memory. It was later that I learned there was no whale in the story as the...

Thank you all. I will be writing more sermons beginning in a month or so. I will be posting more regularly at that time.

I wrote this five years ago. I thinks it's not half bad. Any of you know of a market?

Anyone know of a market for this? /// An Inordinate Fondness for Variety By Bobby Neal Winters There is an old idea that God speaks to us through nature. Jesus used the language of the natural word to describe theological concepts all the time. Ironically, once we entered into the...

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Has no one looked or is there something wrong with the counter?

The Beast Feast and Bubba By Bobby Neal Winters I got a call last week from my old friend Bubba back home. After the usual chit chat about the weather and his deep distaste for Hilary Clinton, we got down to more serious matters, like religion. “I went over to the Beast Feast at the Nazarene...

It does my old heart good to see you all. I've been away too long.

Suffer the little children By Bobby Neal Winters The leaves had long fled the trees. What few were left on the ground rolled along in fits and starts periodically taking time to dance in a whirl with their neighbors. Naomi paused at the edge of the street which was empty except for the...