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The Shenandoah Road

July 11, 2018

You are transported into the faith and hope, and sorrows and fears of 18th century colonial America. While other books feature the raw grit of frontier colonial life, this book goes deeper and reveals the heart.

A Twisted Strand

July 27, 2017

The Twisted Strand is a realistic, vivid, and frightening scenario that will keep you thinking long after the end of the book. A timely story exploring the threat of bioterrorism and the faith it takes to Rachel and her family.

Sam Houston's Republic

May 01, 2012

It's the first of its kind: A Texas history curriculum that is not only Christian but fascinating . . .

Written like a novel, Sam Houston's Republic focuses on people and ideas rather than names, dates, and places. Cringe at Santa Anna's fanaticism. Hear the cries of those fleeing. Absorb the courage and convictions of Sam Houston as he refuses to take up the sword until a declaration of independence is written, placing the rule of law above force . . . and then give it to your kids!

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Sam stared off into the distance. He was a man of few words. What was on his mind?

“Ye say she kens her Catechism. But is Christ the treasure of her heart?”

John blinked. He’d never heard his brother talk quite like this. He shrugged and frowned, studying the clods at his feet.

His brother frowned, as if seeking the right words. “Ye have heard about George Whitefield’s visits here.”

“Oh, aye. I saw the new meetinghouse too.”

“Ye should have been there and heard him preach. I still think on it. In some ways, it was ordinary. Straight gospel preaching. Much like Tennent’s. But the crowds …” His brother’s voice cracked with feeling.

John forgot the heat. He’d not heard his taciturn brother so moved.

The Shenandoah Road

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     Rachel froze. Buttercup lay motionless, and blood leaked from her nostrils. Her chocolate brown head with its delicate angular features was frozen into a death mask. Her tongue, abnormally purplish-red, protruded grotesquely from her mouth. Behind the animal lay a bloody mass. The buzzing of flies interrupted the silence.

     The heifer was dead. Rachel’s steps slowed. What killed her? Stomach tight, she circled the animal, avoiding the blood that had splattered onto the grass. Buttercup had delivered a stillborn calf, still wrapped in its amniotic sac and surrounded by blood. Stems of grass bent beneath globs of brick-red fluid. A metallic tang suffused the air, bringing to mind her ER rotation during nursing school.

     Could this be a complication of delivery? But what would cause. . .

A Twisted Strand

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     Sunday morning, at the E Street Baptist Church in Washington, D.C., Reverend G.W. Samson looked down from the pulpit.  Near the front, to Samson’s left, sat a hunched figure wearing a brightly colored serape.  Was he paying attention to the sermon?  Samson thought he probably was; he was happy to have Senator Houston here every Sunday and considered that his habit of whittling, beyond making a royal mess for the sexton, probably did not distract his attention much.

     Houston was indeed listening.  Every Sunday afternoon he wrote Margaret a letter which included a synopsis of the morning’s sermon.  His habit of whittling helped him when he was troubled or was turning an issue over in his mind.

     Inspired by the Christian example of his wife, Houston began and ended his day with prayer, and attended church every week as well.  But he struggled with eternal issues; he did not feel worthy of Christ. . . .

                                                                                    --from page 252

Sam Houston's Republic

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