The Christian Monist

A fter quickly devouring his fried, green tomatoes, the stranger reached his long, slender arm beneath his chair and pulled a big leat...

W ith the first frost under their belts, the quiet people of the upper peninsula had Autumn pulled up tight around their waists like a fa...

M ichael Monroe was a quiet man in his original demeanor . . .  yet, he had been quieter and more distracted than usual.  No one, sav...

D ebra pulled out of Munising in her little, black Jetta, going up the steep hill to the top of the Peninsula plateau.  She turned ou...

I will begin with a quick review. You may also do a site search on this blog for "GERMFASK" and all previous chapters will appear...

One of you said the other day that they don't even read the Bible anymore . . . nor do I.  I do read our passages in church, but that...

O kay, this thought will be a little hard to follow . . . yet I will try. A long time ago in a university far away, I had a roommate that ...