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Written by Beth  
Posted on 29 June 2021
“All of these with one accord…devoting themselves to prayer.” Acts 1:14 (ESV) I’m so grateful to partner with you in prayer during the 31 days of July. No sign-ups or microman [...]
 
Written by Angela Hunt  
Posted on 16 March 2021
Welcome to the Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt! If you’ve just discovered the hunt, be sure to start at Stop #1 and collect the clues through all the stops, in order, so you can enter to win on [...]
 
Written by Chuck Swindoll  
Posted on 15 October 2018
Algunas iglesias de hoy en día han adoptado un marco mental profesional. En la cultura de consumo en que vivimos, demasiados individuos pagan a los pastores para que hagan por ellos el ministerio, mientras que ellos se quedan sentados, contemplando...
 
Written by Charles Martin  
Posted on 20 December 2017
“…And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” — Luke 2:7

  The night is cool and turning colder.  The air smells of woodsmoke, lamp oil and manure.  Quirinius is governing Syria.  Caesar Augustus has issued a decree.  “Register the world!  Take a census.”  Under the dominating hand of Rome, men and their families scurry to their birth homes to register.  Jerusalem is overflowing.  Bethlehem is packed.    

It is dark.  Past the evening meal.  A young man leads a young girl riding a donkey up a small trail and into Bethlehem.  He is pensive.  Every few seconds, he glances over his shoulder.

The rumors have preceded them.  As have the whispers.  She’s pregnant but not with his child and to complicate matters, they’re not married.  It’s a scandal.  According to Jewish law, he should put her out and she should be stoned.

The innkeeper has had a long day.  He watches warily.  The tired young man asks, “Sir, do you have a room?”

The innkeeper shakes his head.  “Full up.”

The young man strains his voice.  “You know of…anywhere?”

The innkeeper leans on his broom handle.  Half-annoyed.  His patience is thin. “Try down there.  But…you’re wasting your time.”

The girl winces.  The contractions have started.  The stain on her dress suggests her water broke.  The innkeeper’s wife eyes the barn and whispers.  “We can make room.”
 
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