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Harboring Ill Feelings – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

Harboring Ill Feelings

There was once a little boy who dreamed of sailing around the world. He shared his dream with his mother and father, his teachers and schoolmates, his minister and his friends. But instead of embracing his dreams and encouraging him to follow his heart's desire, they made fun of him, laughed at him and belittled his vision. "You will never sail around the world," his father scoffed. "When you are of age, I will...
The Girl With The Plastic Face – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Girl With The Plastic Face

There was a normal looking girl who wanted to be beautiful. She was beautiful in a way with her light brown hair, fresh natural face and a pleasant smile. But she was jealous of other girls, who looked more glamorous, and she decided to find ways of making herself more beautiful. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never look more attractive and this reality caused her great sadness and disappointment...
The Father of the Bribe – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Father of the Bribe

Dr. Don Haberdey wanted success more than anything. That's why he became a doctor. He would do anything to afford the outward show of prosperity. It wasn't the wealth he wanted ... it was the respect. As he was growing up, his father would belittle and berate him, crushing his self-image, causing him to feel awkward and to stutter, which increased his father's embarrassment. Throughout college he studied hard to make good grades so he could show his father that he had worth. But his father...
The Righteous Detector – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Righteous Detector

The Hembly brothers, Brat and Sineoff were inventors. Inventing was all they ever wanted to do. They worked around the clock, everyday on whatever the current invention was, until they completed it and sold it to the public. They were very successful. The only problem was ... they hated to interact with people. Except for going to the market to buy food or supplies for their inventing, they never had to. Thank God, because it was like pulling teeth for them.
The Age of Aquarium – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Age of Aquarium

My name is Sam. I live a couple of blocks from my favorite Chinese restaurant, Asian Buffet. They have everything there, over two hundred items. You can't beat it for just $6.50 plus drink and tip. When they're busy, I usually wait in the lobby, occasionally looking at their aquarium, filled with all types of colorful, exotic fishes. One afternoon, as I was looking in the tank, one in particular came up to the glass and stared at me.
Oh Deer – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

Oh Deer

Jake was looking forward to the semi-annual church deer hunt a week from Saturday. He was planning to take his 12-year-old son Bo and teach him how to stalk and kill a deer as a right of passage to becoming a man. He wanted to show him how to look into the deer's eyes and see the fear right before the kill. This was an experience he had been waiting to share with his son, like his father before him had shared this same experience with Jake.
The Forger of the Flame – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Forger of the Flame

In the bowels of the castle dark, worked a master of iron and steel, who forged armour and weapons, toiling day and night, providing the finest weapons in the world for the knights who defended the kingdom. He worked alone, often to the point of exhaustion, to meet the number set by the king. It was a hard job, but he had been doing it for forty years. He was like a father to the knights, who would often talk with him, as they brought their swords and shields for repair.
A Good Knight's Sleep – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

A Good Knight’s Sleep

There was a tavern, located somewhere in the State Of Apathy, where knights and damsels, wizards and monks, could all eat and drink together and escape the evil outside, which was depressing and bewildering, to say the least. No one had the desire to do anything about anything in The State Of Apathy, except escape the reality that they lived day after day and the only place to do that was the tavern.
Imus Judge Myself – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

Imus Judge Myself

There was a fallen idol named Imus, who was a person like you and me, who said a bad word and all the sainted people throughout the sainted land, came out to judge this person, who fell from grace or some place that looked like grace. The first group of sainted folks were called the gossipers. These sainted people tore off his shirt and beat him unmercifully as punishment for the bad word he had said. It was a good thing these folks were sainted...
The Day I Killed Ten Thousand... Plus One – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Day I Killed Ten Thousand… Plus One

The flies in Marvin's house were unbearable. Living near a landfill had its drawbacks, which included rats, roaches, flies and other species of uninvited guests, who would drop over without an invitation. He called an exterminator once, who came over to his house and laughed. The upside was his house came cheap, only two thousand dollars at the city's land auction. He only had to pay the delinquent taxes. But the flies were a major problem.