Chapter Twelve: Arthur’s Story

“Only by finding out how little we are can we know how great He is, and learn to trust Him,” said the Favourite Auntie, closing the Bible gently. Jimmy looked sleepily at the ring on her finger, all fire and light and golden glory. . . golden light and fiery glory. . . lightning and . . . → Read More: Chapter Twelve: Arthur’s Story

Chapter Eight: “Stuff”

As we crossed the meadow and entered a shady grove, my guide paused and pointed out a man who was walking slowly up and down. “There he is.” Again she touched my arm in dismissal and I walked forward quickly. I began to feel like a soldier on the eve of battle; tense, expectant, a . . . → Read More: Chapter Eight: “Stuff”