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The Trinity in a Cup of Water

Posted on February 23, 2023 by vanyieck

Pilgrim: I was talking to a man who said I was a polytheist because I worshiped the Trinity. He argued that the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are three separate gods. Monk: Were you able to correct his error and … Continue reading →

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The Pilgrim and The Monk: To Forgive

Posted on March 20, 2022 by vanyieck

Pilgrim: I have a confession to make, Monk. I never really considered how important forgiveness was for followers of Christ. Monk: I do not think I understand, Pilgrim. Forgiveness of sin is central to the Gospel. Pilgrim: That’s not what … Continue reading →

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The Last Will and Testament of a Last Minute Christmas Shopper

Posted on December 25, 2018 by vanyieck

(This was discovered scrawled on the back of a sales receipt near the body of a man found in the mall parking lot after a riot of shoppers on December 24th:) I, John Mortimer Percy, of sound mind, bequeath all … Continue reading →

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The Birthday Surprise

Posted on November 8, 2018 by vanyieck

It was ten o’clock on Saturday morning when Pam got a call from her daughter Suzie. It interrupted her preparations for Stan’s sixtieth birthday party. “Calm down, Honey. Why are you crying?” asked Pam. “Why didn’t you tell me?” accused … Continue reading →

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Traditions of a Modern Family

Posted on November 5, 2018 by vanyieck

After another exhausting day, Brett and Andrea collapsed on the living room couch. Their children, Quinton and Hayley, were in their rooms, presumably doing homework. “I worry we don’t do enough together as a family,” confessed Andrea. “Huh,” grunted Brett. … Continue reading →

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Essentials

Posted on July 17, 2018 by vanyieck

Jason stood at the front door with his suitcase at his feet. “Let’s go!” he called out. His son Tyler ran to meet him. He was only carrying a backpack. “What’s that?” demanded Jason. “You told me to just bring … Continue reading →

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February

Posted on May 2, 2018 by vanyieck

One afternoon, while driving in the car, Colton asked, “Dad, why does February only have twenty-eight days?” “That’s a very good question,” replied Colton’s dad. “Bruce,” warned Dana, his wife. “What?” asked Bruce. “Inquiring minds want to know.” “Uh huh,” … Continue reading →

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The Breakfast Soup Conundrum

Posted on January 19, 2018 by vanyieck

“Yesterday my son asked me if breakfast cereal was a soup,” laughed Ken. “Where do kids get ideas like that?” José raised an eyebrow. “What did you tell him?” “What d’ya mean?” “Is it a soup?” “Of course not.” “How … Continue reading →

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When Maternal Instincts Are Stretched

Posted on January 6, 2017 by vanyieck

“It would be a lot easier to behave if there wasn’t so many other exciting options,” announced Clayton. He was standing ankle deep in a home made jello pool in the in middle of the living room. His mother, red … Continue reading →

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Salamander Redux

Posted on January 2, 2017 by vanyieck

Early on the morning of January first, Scott Fraser received a call. His wife Desirae listened in. “Yes, this is he… My son is named Brett.” “Who is it?” asked Desirae. “It’s the police,” replied Scott. “Is Brett okay?” asked … Continue reading →

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