Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Free Short stories
The great hall of gloom

THE GREAT HALL OF GLOOM. A fable… His Royal Lowness, Lord Everett Flyblown, sat restlessly in the Great Hall of Gloom, with its huge sable pillars and inky forecourt. In the thick, black darkness, he was almost invisible. Ima Slimebag stood uncertainly before him, barefoot on the frigid tiles. The gloom surrounded him like a…

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The Greatest Story Never Told

The Greatest Story Never Told Just before Christmas, I noticed a sales desk in the Piccadilly Arcade off Sydney’s bustling Pitt Street. The attendants were promoting a telephone system and handing out free festive sweets. I picked up a candy cane. ‘Do you know what this represents?’ I asked the young woman sitting there. She…

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The Sergeant Saw Me Pray

I was not a happy young man. It was January, 1958—on a hot summer’s day in South Australia, the driest State in the driest continent on earth. Together with many of my mates, I had been lined up in the fierce heat waiting to be loaded on a bus that would take us away from…

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The Things You See in Church

Usually, when I am preaching, I am well prepared, I have clear notes, I know what I am doing and I am generally in command of the situation. But there was one occasion when I nearly did lose my way. I was speaking one Sunday morning in Bethel CRC Church in Papua New Guinea. I…

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The Weapons of Our Warfare

Let me tell you about my mate John. John is a bit of an eccentric. He has a Ph D from Cambridge, four kids, a long beard and a depilated crown, which he protects from the elements with a tweed cap. One of his favourite tricks is to pull his whiskers up over his face…

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Those Two Questions

It was a hot, dry, late summer’s day in Adelaide, South Australia, the driest State in the driest continent on earth. Our twelve year-old daughter Becky was a new student at a prestige College and we had promised to pick her up after school. We pulled up in our light blue Volkswagen Combi van. There…

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Trapped in the Outback

A true-life story of hope It’s a frightening thing to be lost in the Outback. I know because it happened to my family and me. The year was 1974. We were heading for a family holiday in the northern Flinders Ranges, a place of wild, steep, ragged hills, sharp-pointed grass and rambling, stony creek beds,…

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When Are We Going to Finish?

My wife and I had just concluded a successful Marriage Joy seminar in a church on the Gold Coast in Queensland where, as the tourist brochures remind us, the weather is beautiful one day and perfect the next. I was the invited speaker at the Sunday morning service of the host church, a young and…

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Winning the Marathon

Every year at Wesley International Congregation, Thank You Lord Sunday is a special event. On that occasion, a special offering is collected as an expression of our thanks to God for his goodness and love towards us. When I first accepted the position of Senior Pastor, the total given was in the vicinity of $30…

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With God as my GPS

For my birthday last year, my family gave me a Global Positioning System receiver – otherwise known as a GPS. A few days later, I needed to drive right across Sydney. It was the ideal opportunity to try it out. It was not an auspicious start. In fact, I think I nearly gave the young…

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