Theology That Bites Back
The small boy stopped and chunked some dirt clods at the fence post. Ten throws, six hits. Better than yesterday. Dave turned homeward again, pack over his shoulder. Coming around a corner, he saw the house down at the end of the dirt lane, about half a mile away. The road sloped gradually down for …
Stephen sat on the back of his horse, and tried to make out the figures moving silently around him in the early morning. When it came to preparing for action, Capt. Dunstan’s forces were obviously well-disciplined, although from the stories told last night, they did not appear to be too scrupulous when it came to …
The wind was contrary and the two ships had difficult making their way back to Jamestown. An expected two or three days turned into four. But late on the third day, the lookout far above the decks of the Susquehanna, cried out, “Ship ahoy!” Capt. Monroe had been pacing the quarter deck impatiently, and he …
Whenever Lt. William Morris was angry, he would simply swallow and grow a little colder. An intense and disciplined man, he was not given to outbursts, but the anger was still there, each incident taking it a little deeper. Hungry for glory, he had surpassed heroism in several encounters with the Royal Navy, and was …
