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This book review is about the life of an extraordinary man. Sadhu Sundar Singh put on his yellow robe of humility as a sign of his self-giving of his life to Jesus. He wore this colour for the rest of his short life. "It is easy to die for Christ", he said once, "but it is living fo...
Many of us have made a long and a hard search for the truth. I have also done this. I certainly found some glimpses of the truth along the way. These did help me. I never got anywhere though with any of this, until I started knowing the truth that I hold within myself that was tryi...
A clever poem, closed to the way Greeks face ascetic life, expressing a wise acceptance from an open mind, of how a dedication to a noble cause with an innocent or even a naive heart, may guide to salvation, even through humorous also dramatic struggles. Many roads guide to Heaven and...
It is possible to understand the anxiety of those who are attempting to unravel Sai Baba's remarkable accomplishments. As one experienced investigator put it;"if Sai Baba is indeed able to transform matter, then the whole basis of Western science is nonsense."...
KaiLuk trembled and sat down. The monster watched his every move with its small angry eyes. It roared and KaiLuk shivered anew. His body was soon wracked with uncontrollable shaking. He felt himself being consumed by hunger, thirst, and fear. He made a silent wish that somehow th...
The bear heaved and pushed against the stone, then attempted to climb the face of it. KaiLuk was afraid to run and wasn’t able to anyway, lest he disgrace the Spiritual Ground of Gray Eyes. The bear backed up, took a running jump, and got a tenuous foothold on a small ledge just b...
Wulf raised a hand to silence him, refused to commence to speak until KaiLuk resumed a sitting position and became very quiet. “You will restore the flame of the spirit of Gray Eyes and become yourself the spiritual leader of the Dark Heart as he foretold. You will make the name o...
This did not sit well with the chief. An enemy could be hunted down, revenge quiet and deliberate in the way of the warrior. No man could hunt spirits and the only one he had ever trusted to deal with them lay dead before him. He wet his fingers with saliva and, rubbing them togeth...
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