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It Comes Anytime You Sneeze – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in a lovely Christian family there lived three kids. James was the oldest, he was 12 years old. Then right after him was Eve, she was 10 years old. Then came the last child everyone nicknamed the baby of the house. His name was John, he wasn’t a baby but he was really young.

There was only one video game console in the house and since all the game disks they had at home were one player games, the boys had to take turns playing it. When one of them plays to the point that his character dies, he would pass the pad to the other brother. It was really painful to each one each time he had to pass the pad to his brother beside him. You can’t imagine how it took the fun out of it.

Eve didn’t care for games. She loved to play with dolls with her friend from next door or talk to her about the new things she had learnt. So Eve normally wasn’t even at home that much whenever she had some free time to play. She was always next door at the neighbors.

One day, James brought home a new one player game video game disk that he had been saving up to buy for weeks. James was angry when his little brother suddenly rushed out from no where and sat down on the sofa in front of the TV. Of course that meant we would both be playing.

James remained calm but he wished something would just happen that would make his brother leave.

While James sat down to play first, he saw his opportunity when he heard his brother sneeze. He told him it meant that he was about to be sick and that if he doesn’t want to be sick he had better go and lie down and sleep. Whenever he wakes up he would have averted becoming sick.

James made up scary stories on the spot about people who didn’t go to sleep right after they sneezed.

In fear John rushed to his bed and slept while James happily played the video game alone.

Since that day, anytime John sneezed he went to sleep no matter how much he wanted to do something else.

John suffered like this for months until his sister noticed he always went to bed to sleep right after anytime he sneezed.

Eve asked him about it and he told her what James told him. Eve was mad and right after convincing John that James was lying, she decided that she would teach James a lesson. She hid a recording device they had lying around the house in her pocket. Then she confronted James about what he did. After that, she took what she recorded to Mum.

Now guess who Mum banned from playing any video games for two weeks, and guess who now has the luxury of playing the video games alone for two whole weeks.


Music Is Locked Up Within Me – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Mr. Livingstone, the young billionaire who on other days was the perfect picture of calmness; flung the small table in front of him towards the door of the hospital ward. A nurse was signaled to call security to keep him under control.
Mr. Livingstone had just been told that the baby his wife delivered had cerebral palsy.

Mr. Livingstone was wild with rage. How could his baby have cerebral palsy? How could life be so unfair? His baby is his legacy. His little girl who would bear his last name which he had worked so hard to make one of the most powerful names in the world, would be someone with cerebral palsy. What would his friends say?

What would relatives say? What would the world say? How would this hurt his reputation? How would this hurt his extended family’s reputation?

When Mrs. Livingstone found out that her baby had cerebral palsy, she closed her eyes tight and only one tear drop seeped through. It got her straight to the heart but she made up her mind that she would love her daughter all the same with all her heart no matter what. And she knew beneath the surface layers of her heart that she already did.

The baby was named Sofia and as time past by and the baby kept growing, Mr and Mrs. Livingstone got used to having a child with cerebral palsy as a daughter.

Mrs. Livingstone spent a lot of time with Sofia. She was her pride and joy. It is amazing how a mother’s love can still see the beauty and the gem behind the wall of any medical condition including cerebral palsy.

Mrs. Livingstone didn’t go to work so she had plenty of time to play with her daughter when she was not taking basic living skills lessons from a special teacher who specialized in cerebal palsy students that they had gotten for Sofia.

Sofia’s Dad kept his daughter almost a secret from the world. He rarely ever let her leave the high walls around the Manor they lived in. He treated her like a precious egg that if not handled carefully would simply fall and break. Sofia’s Dad loved Sofia, but his love manifested itself in the form of excessive over – protectiveness.

One day, Sofia heard the maid playing the piano. She had never heard anyone playing the large piano that was near the window before that that day. The melody was simply divine. Sofia fell in love with it. She bugs her Mum that she wants to learn how to play the piano.Sofia’s Mum was mad with the maid. This was all her fault. She warned the maid never to play the piano again and that if she does she would be fired.

Sofia’s Mum got Sofia a special teacher to help teach Sofia how to play the piano. She knew it was a waste of time because of Sofia’s cerebral palsy but Sofia wasn’t going to let the matter go, she was not going to stop bugging her until she got her a teacher.

When Sofia’s Dad found his daughter trying to play the piano as he walked through the house, he found out everything that had happened which perfectly explained why his daughter was now trying to be the world’s next big piano player.

Sofia’s Dad was just about to fire the maid but Sofia’s Mum told him not to do it that she had already cautioned her and that she is sure she won’t do anything that would influence Sofia in any unadvisable way ever again.

As the first piano lesson begins, the special piano teacher truly finds out the gravity of the predicament she is in. She had been told that the person she was going to teach had cerebral palsy so she asked for a higher fee but now, things were different. She really really understood what she was truly getting herself into now. It was pure torture for her and after three days she asked for a serious raise.

Sofia’s mother said No! and sent the teacher on her way but when Sofia heard that the piano teacher won’t be coming back she cried and cried and cried. Sofia’s Mum could not bare to see her daughter in all that pain so she called back the piano teacher who asked for an additional fee for the embarrassment of being sent away.

The piano teacher goes back to teaching or trying to teach or whatever it was that she was doing with Sofia. As far as she was concerned, she was basically wasting her time.

At one point she got so fed up that she asks Sofia why she wants to learn how to play the piano so much.

Sofia looks at her and says that it is because she has a lot of music locked up inside her. She knows it’s there. It is trapped. She just wants to let it out.
Tears began to form in the back of the piano teacher’s eyes. She understood exactly what Sofia just said. It was like Sofia’s words which came straight from the heart lit a fuse in the piano teacher’s heart. Sofia may not be ever capable of playing the piano but she certainly had the heart of the best of the best piano players.

It was then that the piano teacher knew that she should consider it a privilege that she had been given the opportunity to teach Sofia how to play the piano.
Starting from that day, the piano teacher saw Sofia in nothing but a new light. She felt nothing but maximum respect anytime she looked at Sofia.

The piano teacher told Sofia’s Mum that she would teach Sofia for free. She would no more collect any payments. She told Sofia’s Mum that it is an honor to teach Sofia; that Sofia has rekindled her love, understanding and appreciation for music in a whole new different way and has pulled her into deeper appreciation for music that she never taught existed.
Sofia’s Mum didn’t know what to quite make of what the piano teacher just told her but she was like, “Ok!”

The lessons went on but now the Piano teacher was more engrossed in the lessons. Her heart was now involved in the lessons. She was no longer sitting there bored, but was now an active participant. She was now interested in the lessons. She was now excited about the lessons.

She would sit there with admiration; looking at Sofia’s determination and faith that someday she would free the music locked up within her and bring it out of her for all the world to hear.

Sofia kept her head up and her Mum always encouraged her to stay positive. They were Christians but Christianity had always been a causal thing for them.
Dad only went to Church because of the connections he had in church, and he only called himself a Christian because his parents and grand parents and his great grand parents where Christians. He thought that it was a matter of belonging to a something positive that your parents belonged to. He actually taught that Christianity was a religion. So to him it was like, well there are a bunch of religions and Christianity is the coolest one so I’m happy to choose it and to also belong to a long line of Christians.
He never even bothered to read the bible on his own, and neither him nor his wife nor his daughter, Sofia had ever said the salvation prayer ever in their lives. They were Catholics.

One day, Sofia saw the maid pacing the floor in her room praying in tongues when she only went to the maid’s room to humbly ask her if she would like to play hide and seek with her.

As the maid notices that Sofia is watching she pretends to be doing something else but it’s too late Sofia had already seen what she was doing.
Sofia disturbs her to tell her what she was doing. The maid hesitated to. She feared that there might be consequences but she heard the Spirit of God tell her that she should go ahead.

That was when the maid started telling Sofia about the Holy Spirit, about who Jesus is, and about what true Christianity is. Explaining these things to Sofia took many weeks.

Everyday, Sofia would come back to the maid and ask more questions.

The maid would have to patiently answer all the numerous questions that Sofia had to ask. She had trouble with understanding what the maid was saying so the maid would have to simplify and simplify everything and yet try not let the message lose its meaning.

Sofia’s Mum begun to notice little changes in Sofia but she couldn’t quite place what was causing the changes. Sofia seemed happier. She smiled more. In fact she shined more in her mother’s eyes.
One afternoon, when Sofia and the maid where in the garden; the maid finally led Sofia in the salvation prayer and also in the prayer to receive the Holy Ghost. Immediately after that, the Spirit of God came upon Sofia and she started speaking in tongues. The maid joined her in speaking in tongues.

Unfortunately, Sofia’s Dad was looking for Sofia and he just happened to be coming from behind them at that moment. To him, the maid was teaching his daughter to recite some weird magic stuff from God knows where. This was just plain unacceptable.

Sofia’s Dad sent the maid packing that very day. He would not listen to his daughter’s plead for her to stay.

Sofia’s Mum found out about the incident after the maid had already gone. She liked the maid but considering what the maid had done she was in support of her being sent away.

Sofia was saddened by the fact that the maid was no longer with them.

Her Mum did everything she could to cheer her up and the more she did and the more time past, the more the sadness left Sofia’s heart.

Sofia soon started going to their family library in the right wing of the Manor, and there she would sit for hours listening to audio books by Christian authors and preachers. They more she listened, the more she wanted to listen.
Sofia noticed that for some reason things automatically began to get easier to understand. Things that took her 15 minutes to understand now took her 5 minutes to understand.

She also noticed that she was able to make much more grammatically accurate sentences than she could do before.
But most of all she could bring out music better from within her than she could do before. She was composing her own music. Even though it did not sound as perfect as it sounded in her head before she played it, she was still making major improvements.

The piano teacher did not quite understand it. She taught that maybe it was part of the natural progression of someone who has cerebral palsy.

Sofia’s favorite story became the story of David and Goliath. She loved how David overcame a giant so big an obstacle in his way.

She felt that she could relate to David because her cerebral palsy was her Goliath standing in her way.

Sofia started listening to a sermon series in the library titled “Taking the big leap of faith .”Sofia was really moved by it and she would often meditate on what was said in it over and over again when she was alone.

She would often challenge herself when she was alone by trying to do things that wasn’t supposed to be possible for someone who had cerebral palsy to do. She was challenging herself to take the big leap of faith. She was trying to leap into the miracle of her healing. She was trying to leap into being perfectly whole and sound.

Sofia would pray in tongues late at night when everyone taught she was sleeping. She enjoyed praying in tongues, and she prayed because she just wanted to be normal.

Sofia’s parents soon noticed that Sofia’s behavior had now greatly improved. Even though she still didn’t completely move and act normal, her condition wasn’t as pronounced as before.

Sofia’s parents soon have no problem with taking Sofia out to social functions, and one day; while at a royal banquet with the Queen, the famous piano player who was supposed to entertain the people had an injury that affected his fingers when a cocktail glass that was already half broken because of someone’s carelessness; broke completely in his hand, totally shattering the cocktail glass and leaving some serious cuts on the piano player’s hand.

It was an unfortunate accident.

Now, there was no one to play for the crowd.

The MC of the event figured that half bread is better than none so he might as well call for any amateur in the audience to fill in the now blank space for the classical music segment of the evening. Perhaps, it won’t be a total disaster.
Hence, a call for any good piano player in the audience to rise up was made.
Sofia stood up.

It was too late for Sofia’s Dad to get her to sit down, everybody had already seen her stand up even though she was the height of the little girl that she was.
Her Dad felt like dying. What better way for her to embarrass him with her cerebral palsy than this. He started regretting bringing her to the high class social function in the first place.
However, a different stream of thoughts flowed through Sofia’s head. She understood the risk of what she was doing, but she knew she was taking the big leap of faith. She imagined she was David staring at her cerebral palsy in the face.

Sofia was lead to the piano and she sat down in front of it to play for the Queen and for the rest of the crowd.

The hearts of Sofia’s Mum and Dad began to beat faster and Sofia’s Mum closed her eyes. She couldn’t watch. But as the first few notes hit, Sofia’s Mum opened her eyes to see if it was her daughter that was playing. Her and her husband’s heart beat rates slowly returned to normal as they were soothed by the most beautiful string of melodies they had ever heard.

Sofia played and played and played. The whole crowd including the Queen where in perfect silence. They’ve never heard anything so beautiful, and all this coming from a little girl. It was better than the music that the famous piano player that was scheduled to play intended to play from his recently released music album.

Each new piece after piece that Sofia played was a new composition. She was letting the beautiful music locked up inside her come out. The fact that it was coming out so beautifully meant that it wasn’t obstructed by any cerebral palsy whatsoever.

When Sofia finished everyone clapped enthusiastically and gave her a standing ovation. Over 98% of the crowd didn’t know the full story. They didn’t know that they were clapping for a girl who was born with cerebral palsy.

When Sofia got down the stage, her parents hugged and kissed her over and over again. They were at the point of tears. They knew that their daughter had just been miraculously healed.Sofia was glad that her big leap of faith paid off, big. She looked at her parents and said, “JESUS DID THIS. JESUS HEALED ME. HE WANTS YOU TO GIVE YOUR LIVES TO HIM JUST LIKE I DID, AND HE ALSO WANTS YOU TO BRING THE MAID BACK. IF IT WASN’T FOR HER, YOUR DAUGHTER WOULD STILL HAVE CEREBRAL PALSY.”


Daddy Don’t Go – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

It was a sad day in the Johnson household. It was the day the Johnson household would officially fall apart. Three boys and one girl begged their Daddy not to go, while their mother stood silent and heartbroken behind them.

Hours after Daddy had gone the girl convinced her brothers that they should go to the Pastor of their church for help.

When they arrived, the Pastor welcomed them. He already knew why they’d come. The problem of the Johnson household was no secret to the church.

The Pastor offered for them to have seats. He brought some cream crackers and orange juice for them. Then he allowed them speak.

After they finished he explained to them that sometimes what we want quite badly that we think we can’t live without is the very thing that will kill us if we get it.

When God takes such things away from our lives sometimes we ask God why or blame him or we spend hours on our knees praying for that thing to come back not knowing that God took it away to protect us – To bless us.

The Pastor told the kids that he’s going to be blunt with them. He said that considering the type of man their father was, considering how he treated them, especially how he treated their Mum; that they should look at his leaving as a blessing from God.

He told them that it’s natural for kids to want their Dad in spite of how badly he treated them but that one day they would see that it’s all for the best.

He said what they have to do is to be there for their Mum. Be good for their Mum, and speak to God the father when they need to speak to a Dad, for he is their true father – the father of every believer in Jesus on this earth.

All they have to do is to forget the past. Don’t look back. Look forward to the future and then life, peace and joy would get brighter for them each day.


Sermons Are A Bore? – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in a place much like where you live right now there lived a man named Elvis. He was happily married to a woman named Jane.

Elvis had been raised up in church his whole life but he taught that sermons where boring and even though he’s always heard one every Sunday morning since he was born, he still could only dream of church closing right from the moment it started.

Elvis’ wife however was different. She loved to pray, intercede for others, go to church and even listen to sermons on the radio.

Elvis couldn’t understand how not only his wife could stand sermons in church but also love to listen to them at home. Elvis never questioned her about it or told her once to turn off the sermon because he wants to listen to another radio program. He loved his wife dearly.

Anytime Elvis was around when his wife was listening to a sermon at home he couldn’t help but hear what was being said even though he didn’t care about the sermon.

One day Jane left Elvis to spend a week at her Sister’s place which was many miles away and during that period Elvis found out that he was at his lowest low. It wasn’t just that he was missing his wife or that he felt his wife was just very helpful and that he was now feeling the weight of her absence or anything.

It was something different. Elvis just didn’t have things working for him anymore. His confidence – His Drive – His expectations – His Hope was down and out like a blown out candle light. However, when his wife returned things got back to normal and as a matter of fact not only where things as good as they were before but they actually kept getting better with unfailing consistency.

Some months later Jane told her husband that she would like to go to her Mum’s place and spend a few weeks with her. Elvis was like Ok! No problem.

The next day Elvis found out that the same thing that happened when his wife left the first time was beginning to happen again. Elvis life just started going downhill. His business just started crumbling. All hope just started fading.

Elvis was relieved when his wife returned and just as he suspected soon after she returned things started getting better.

Elvis explained everything to his wife and started calling her his Good-Luck Charm but she only said there was no such thing as Good-Luck.

Elvis was not convinced and the next time his wife wanted to go and spent a week or weekend with a relative Elvis would object because he was now afraid that things would go so bad for him that he might even die.

Jane told him that he was being silly but Elvis still didn’t want to let her go. He begged and begged and begged her to stay.

Jane felt sorry for her husband and wanted to stay but she felt by doing so she would be aiding and encouraging her husband’s fear of beginning unable to succeed without her around. So she taught it best to go anyway.

This time things were even worse than before and when Jane returned, her husband was in the hospital. Elvis told Jane from his hospital bed that if she hadn’t left none of this would have happened. Jane for a second almost saw sense in what he was saying but she shrugged it off because according to the bible there is no such thing as luck. She spoke to her husband from God’s word and told him that he had better stop being silly that there is no such thing as luck. She told him that she would now purposely go to see another relative and come back a week later and by then he had better be fine. She gave him some sermon tapes she owned for him to listen to with his Walkman as he lay on his hospital bed.

Elvis started crying and begging his wife not to go but she refused – she said she was doing it for his own good. Hence, she left.

That night Elvis lay in tears on his hospital bed. He couldn’t sleep. He could feel fear almost tangibly getting a hold of him and filling the hospital ward like a big black cloud from evil itself growing and growing and growing. Elvis knew that if he called for a nurse they would only think he’s crazy and he could end up being moved to a mental institution. His only opinion was to just lye there and let whatever was going to happen happen.

It was then that Elvis remembered the tapes his wife gave him. Even though he hated sermons he started to listen to the tapes. Minutes past by and then Elvis drifted peacefully to sleep.

Elvis woke up the next morning feeling fresher than ever. He wondered if it had anything to do with the sermons and ended up unsure of whether it did or it didn’t. Later that day when Elvis started feeling low again he pulled out the tapes and listened to them again. He started feeling better again, then he was sure that it was the tapes – it was the sermons.

Many many – many sermons later after a few days had gone by Elvis’ life was back to normal. He now knew the secret. It wasn’t his wife. There is no such thing as a good-luck charm. It was the sermons that Elvis had to listen to whenever his wife was around that had made him do well or get better previously. But also the blessings upon his praying and faithful Christian wife rubbed off on him whenever she was around cause True Christians bring blessings to any house or place they find themselves in because a true Christian carries the presence of God and wherever God’s presence is; his blessings are also.

The word of God (the Bible) and sermons on God’s word also brings boldness, hope and faith to the listener.

That day Elvis took his walk with God to a personal level and was no longer just the good guy who did good things, never hurt anybody and always went to church every Sunday morning even though he hated the sermons and thought they were boring.

Elvis now liked sermons – actually, “Loves” sermons would be more like it.

He called his wife and told her everything. She also had stuff to learn from the experience and she rejoiced with him. They both lived together happily in Christ for ever after. Going from victory to victory, from strength to strength and from glory to glory, Halleluiah!


Greed Is Greedy – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time in a place called LA, there lived a little boy named Dan. His mother was a widow and although she couldn’t provide Dan with everything his little heart with a big appetite desired. She ensured she gave him the best gift any parent could give: a solid foundation in the teachings of Jesus Christ.

Although Dan’s Mum saw to it that Dan had clean clothes with no holes in them, nice sneakers and lots of books; Dan still craved more – He wanted to be like kids who always have the newest and the latest fashion. The kids who always flaunted what they had in the faces of the other kids. That was what Dan wanted to be. He wanted to be that kid in school who had everything.

Dan soon did his best to make friends with those type of kids. It wasn’t easy because they don’t usually make friends outside their circle. They were the ‘haves’ and Dan was among the ‘have – nots.’ But Dan, if nothing else proved to himself that where there is a will there is a way.

As Dan got into the ‘Have – Crowd’, with time he noticed there was a kid among them who didn’t have a rich background like the others. The kids name was Larry and he came from a poor neighbourhood just like Dan, yet he still managed to have everything money can buy.

Dan asked Larry what was his secret. It took Larry some time to open up, but months later when he could trust Dan, he told him that if he really wants to know he should meet him in the alley beside the grocery store at midnight.

Ok! That was a strange time and place to meet, Dan thought. But if this was going to let him have everything he ever wanted, Ok then!

Dan snuck out of his home that night, careful not to wake up his Mum and he got to the alley just in time to meet Larry.
Larry gave Dan a cotton mask.

Dan was like, “Does this mean what I think it means?”

Larry looked at Dan, placed both arms on his shoulders and said, “What do you think? You are either in or out. You know too much now. I’ve never trusted anyone like I’ve trusted you. It’s best that you are in. Besides what we are about to do is cool. The Grocery store is insured against theft so they actually aren’t losing a dime.”

Dan thought about it. Larry had a point with that last part. Besides outside his Mum, Larry was the only other person to tell Dan that he trusted him and it felt kinda good too. So Dan decided to choose; in.

Dan ended up getting caught, Larry got away. Larry denied ever knowing Dan.
Dan found himself in Juvie. He was now tagged a bad kid for the rest of his life. He had disappointed his Mum and broken the heart of a woman who worked two jobs every day to try to make ends meet and provide more than just food on the table for him.

As Dan sat in Juvie, he realised something. He realized that it was his greed that has got him there. Greed is Greedy, it never stops lusting to lusting for more. In spite of all that God provided for Dan through his Mum, Dan still wanted more.

Pinch Only A Little – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Two brothers whose parents were separated were chatting with their friends and the topic of discussion shifted to how rich their Dad was and how they would have anything they want if their Mum and Dad weren’t separated.

One of their friends suggested that the two brothers should pray every night about it before they go to bed, that they might get a miracle.

The two brothers had been raised practically by their Mum alone and under Christian principles too. They were not in a deep and personal relationship with God, but they believed enough to try their friend’s suggestion.

A few months later, their millionaire Dad who had never cared to contact them before, sent them an invitation to spend the holidays with him in his Mansion in the Bahamas. He invited their Mum too, which means he was planning to patch up things with her. If that happened they would be a family again.

Not only would the brothers return from school every day to a house with a Mum and Dad, they would be returning to a big beautiful house with a millionaire Dad and a loving Mum.

God sure is adding lots of delicious looking cherries they didn’t ask for to what they asked for in prayer. But they weren’t in the park yet.

The brothers told their friends the good news. One of their friends suggested that they pinch a little of their Dad’s money. He must keep some in his bedroom. They should wait till he wasn’t there and then pinch only a little. Their Dad wouldn’t notice since he has lots of it. That the only way he would know is if they pinch too much.

The friend that advised the brothers to pray earlier told them that that’s the worst advice anyone could give them, that they shouldn’t even dream of stealing even a pencil from their Dad.

When the holidays came and the two brothers enjoyed the comfort of their father’s mansion, the opportunity came for them to sneak into their father’s room when their Dad went on a long walk with their Mum.

The two brothers pinched only a little amount of the money that they found in his drawer.

Hours later, when he and Mum returned, he found out. He blamed all three of them (Mum included) and said that none of them love him. He said the long walk was just a plan his wife used to lure him away while his sons crept into his room to steal his money.

Their Dad got them to pack their bags and sent them all away. He said they should never come back and that he would never contact them again – ever.

The good work that God had started in answer to the brothers prayers had been destroyed by the brothers’ actions. How many Christians out there today are that way? They use their own hands to destroy the good thing God is doing in their lives just because they lack understanding and can’t resist a little compromise.


Ski Resort Goosebumps – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time there lived a 13 year old boy named Jonah. He was a Christian boy who was raised by two strong church going parents and he had a little sister named Sarah.

The holidays came by and as everyone in the family loves skiing, the family set out to go to their favorite ski resort like they always do every holiday.

Jonah who was normally crazy about skiing was reluctant to go. Jonah trembled on the inside at the taught of what being lay in wait for him at the resort. Oh! If only Jonah could tell his folks about the dread waiting for him. But Oh! He knew he couldn’t – he couldn’t let them know.

Jonah’s parents and little sister were shocked and tried to find out why Jonah was reluctant to go, but Jonah kept running around their questions until to stop the questioning he put up a pretense enthuasim to go.

They all leave for the ski resort.

When they got to the ski resort, Jonah avoided going out to ski. Two days later his Mum notices it. He normally is the first one out to ski in their family but it had been days and Jonah hadn’t even so much as touched his skis.

Jonah’s Mum asks Jonah if something was wrong. Jonah told her that nothing was wrong. How could he tell her he was in the last place he wanted to be right now? How could he tell her that going out on the slopes would be risking meeting his greatest fear?

“Then why don’t you want to go out and ski?” Mum asked.

Jonah shrugged.

“I saw some of your friends from last year when I and your Dad went to hit the slopes some hours ago”, Mum added hoping that bit of information would encourage Jonah to hit the slopes. But rather it seemed to produce a brief shivering motion in Jonah if Jonah’s Mum saw correctly.

“I want to make new friends”, Jonah replied.



“Is anything wrong?”, Jonah’s Mum asked now getting really worried.

“Nothing is wrong.”

It was clear to Jonah at this point that his Mum was now 100% intent on finding out what was wrong and she wouldn’t stop until she got an answer. Unless, he gave her no reason to be asking the question in the first place; and the more he stayed there like something was wrong instead of going out to ski, the more he would give her a reason to asked questions. So as usual, Jonah put up his pretence enthuasim and gathered his ski gear together, with his Mum still watching him he headed out the door saying he’s going to ski with his friends.

When Jonah was out of his Mum’s sight he ducked behind a corner and decided he would enter the elevator and head to the elderly folks lounge where he would be sure not to meet any of his friends or anyone else he knows. Then after spending sometime there he would head back to the family’s hotel room so it would look like he had spent the time skiing.

As soon as the elevator doors parted open and Jonah was about to step in, Jonah saw the last person he wanted to meet stepping out of the elevator with more people he didn’t want to meet. It was the girl named Jessica who had beaten him in a ski race during last holiday. She was surrounded by some friends who had witnessed her victory last year.

Could this day get any worse Jonah said beneath his voice.

Jessica greeted Jonah but Jessica’s friends went straight to taunting Jonah and reminding him of Jessica’s victory last year. Like he needed to be reminded.

The little event staged by just a small group of kids had torn him apart. It had changed him forever. It had made him dread Jessica. It had made him dread the skiing resort. It had made him dread a rematch. It had almost completely drained his love for his favourite sport.
Now Jonah was being taunted he had to step up. He had to do it. Even though he dreaded it.

“I challenge you to a rematch”, Jonah barked.

“Ok! Let’s go right now”, Jessica confidently and calmly replied.

“No. We go in 20 minutes. Meet me on the tracks then”, Jonah quickly stated.

“Why? You scared you little baby”, one of Jessica’s friends quickly mouthed.

“No, I not scared. I just have something to do right now.” Jonah answered in his bravest voice tone.

“Ok! 20 minutes then” Jessica replied.
Jessica and her friends walked away and Jonah still stood in front of the elevator and immediately entered it the moment it opened again. What he had dreaded the most had happened he had booked a rematch with whom he dreads the most. It was because of her that he didn’t want to come to the resort now he was going to get beaten by her again, Oh! What a bad day.

In Jonah’s stressed state, Jonah stopped on a floor he’d never stopped on before. He stepped out the elevator, walked a little distance then rested his back against a wall to think and plan if there is a way he could get out of the predicament he had put himself in. He wasn’t going to lose to a girl again.
Ever since he could remember; men, boys and especially his father have said that a boy should never be beaten by a girl in sports or academics. That kind of constant teaching that had been pounded into the Jonah’s head made him feel depressed inside. It made him feel totally depressed and unworthy to call himself a man since he had been seriously beaten by a girl in sports.

While resting there he noticed that the control room was now empty as he watched the man who was sitting in it now walking out of sight.

Jonah sneaked into the control room. He had to choose a track neither him nor Jessica knew well, then he switched the signs on the digital sign posts along the track. He had seen it done many times in cartoons. A cartoon character points a sign post in the wrong direction so the completion can head in the wrong direction while they head in the right direction and win the race.

As Jonah started to sneaked back out of the control room he heard the Holy Spirit tell him that he should switch things back to the way they were that what he’s doing is wrong. But Jonah was stubborn; as far as he was concerned, listening to and obeying the voice of the Holy Spirit meant he was forgoing an opportunity to win Jessica – forgoing an opportunity to not look like a total loser.

Jonah could feel the weight on his conscience that what he was doing was wrong but he still sneaked out of that control room without undoing what he did.
Unbeknownst to Jonah, when the man who had left the control room returned he switched things back to normal.

20 minutes later when they met for the rematch, Jonah choose the track that they were to run. Jessica didn’t mind, she was confident that she would do well on any track.

Before the race started Jonah saw a rare opportunity to tie Jessica’s shoe laces together without her knowing. I mean what are the odds. Jonah was really feeling good about himself. Another opportunity to cheat had dropped in his laps. Cheating would bring him the victory he’s always wanted.

Second’s before one of Jessica’s friends blew the whistle for them to start, Jonah had already set off. Jessica who started when she was supposed to start didn’t make it 3 seconds before she tripped over her tied shoe laces. So Jonah got what he wanted. He was ahead. Only that he didn’t know the track sign post had been switched back to normal so the place labelled the wrong place to go was no longer the right place to go. It was just the wrong place to go and that is where Jonah followed.

Jonah ended up getting lost and by evening when he had not yet returned his family started to look for him.

By nightfall they had organized a large search party to look for him.

Jonah was all alone in the dark. He was totally alone in the freezing cold or so he taught. He started hearing noises of different sorts around him and couldn’t find who or what was making the noises. It went on for like forever. It felt like a frightening creature would leap out from the dark at any moment and eat him up. Jonah was so scared. He could hear his heart beating like a drum with turbo charged drum sticks against his chest. It was like he was listening to the soundtrack of his own coming death. Although he could see no one he could feel the eyes of the unknown around – watching him. The strength of their glare made every inch of his skin crawl.
Then Jonah remembered to pray and so he started praying and crying to God for forgiveness for cheating.

Jonah heard the voice of the Holy Spirit some minutes after much tears had been shed. The Holy Spirit told him that it would be alright, that he shouldn’t cry anymore. He told him that there is nothing wrong with being beaten by a girl. That boys and girls are equal. There is no law in heaven that says men must do better than women in sports or academics. Men and women are created equal.

The Holy Spirit told Jonah not to mind those who’ve told him that a real man must outperform women. Even Jonah’s father who was a strong church goer had encouraged his Jonah to think such nonsense. But the Holy Spirit set Jonah’s mind straight on the subject. Jonah knew he wouldn’t have bothered so much had he been beaten by a boy but the fact that he was beaten by a girl has been what had caused all the dread and fear.

Jonah was later found by the search party and never again did he mind being beaten by a girl in sports or academics because he now knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that girls are just as filled with potentials as boys. We are equals.


The Samurai’s New Way – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time, in a land of violence and Samurais, there lived a Samurai who became a Christian. His wife who was also good at Kung Fu taught he was crazy. She wondered how her husband would survive in the land if he wasn’t going to beat up a few people every now and then.

The Samurai didn’t give in to all the points his wife raised, he was a Christian now and he would fight no more.

His wife was angry with him so she came up with a plan. She sent her husband to sell some goods that were in high demand to a neighboring village but the only route to the village was rather dangerous because criminals always ambushed people who passed there.

To make sure criminals would ambush her husband when he passed, she hired some criminals to wait for him at the time her husband was to pass. She didn’t tell them it was her husband she wanted them to ambush.

She knew she wasn’t putting her husband in any real danger. As far as her husband fought, it would be them that would be in a lot of danger because he was one of the finest Samurais in the land.

The time came for her husband to pass, but God made the criminals not see her husband as they waited cleverly hidden, ready to pounce whenever they see him.
But Jesus protects those that are his. God grants a safe journey to those who ask it of him. The Samurai had asked, so God had made those who waited along the way to harm him not to see him.

The hired men waited and waited till they could wait no more. They were angry that they had been sent on a wild goose chase. Even though the Samurai’s wife had paid them, they could have used all the time they spent waiting for the Samurai on other criminal activities.

They angrily went to meet the Samurai’s wife at home so they could beat her and steal some money from her.

After they told her what had happened, she knew it had to be one of those Jesus miracles her husband always talked about that must have happened because she knew her husband passed that route at that time. But she forced herself not to believe that all that Jesus stuff was real.

The hired men wanted to start beating her but she was very good in Kung Fu and so she beat them up big time and had them running away like puppies with their tails between their legs.

The Samurai’s wife was still puzzled as to why they didn’t see her husband, but as she was still thinking about it, the hired men returned with many bigger, stronger and more skilled men.

The Samurai’s wife fought bravely and very impressively. She had the upper hand but after 15 minutes the tables where slowly turning as she got weaker.

Soon it was obvious that she wouldn’t win. She was very, very outnumbered and a little bit outmatched. The odds were not in her favour.

The Samurai happened to return at this time and when he saw what was happening to his wife. He discreetly sent a message to the Samurai police by a carrier pigeon. He said a short prayer. Then he attracted everyone’s attention – stopping them from fighting like he was about to say something very important. He apologized to the hired men and their friends who were a little confused.

The Samurai told them all to claim down, that there is no reason for violence. There was no reason for them not to sit down and settle whatever was wrong like civilized men.

The Samurai invited them into his house. He set food before them – really delicious food with an irresistible aroma.

One of them suggested he poisoned the food but all their doubts were cleared when the Samurai sampled the food himself.

They all started eating and enjoying themselves. Just then, the Samurai police arrived and arrested the hired men and their friends.

Jesus, as the bible tells us is wisdom to those that are his. The Samurai had acted wisely and his wife was impressed with him and his God and she decided to become a Christian too.

Violence is never the way to go. If you use violence to solve an issue it is likely to result in a bigger problem that is too violent for your most violent endeavours to solve.

Peace is always the best way to go.


A Train Ride To Paradise – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Once upon a time, in a place called London a young boy named Chris, climbed aboard a train. He was running away from home. He was running to better place. Anywhere had to be better than the way things were at home.

Minutes after settling down on his seat, he found himself in a conversation he didn’t want to be in with a boy who was a little older than himself. After introductions, the older boy whose name was Joe, told Chris that they had a lot in common. Chris scanned Joe from head to toe, taking in the repulsive sight of his shabby clothes, unkempt hair, yellow teeth and old age stricken boots which although were white, looked like they used to be black a long time ago.

Chris doubted that he had anything in common with Joe but he didn’t say it out.
Joe told Chris that when he was his age he ran away from home too. Joe told him of all his adventures. Of how much freedom he now has. Of how much fun his life has been ever since. He told him stories of how he had to steal when he got hungry, how he got caught, got beaten with a horse whip and how he escaped. He told him of the time he was mistaken for a robber and the Sheriff chased him through the mountains and he gave the sheriff the slip by hiding in a dark cave. He also told him of the time he had to take a job managing pigs; cleaning up after them just so he could have something to put in his stomach.

Chris couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He then remembered the words of a preacher who said that, you shouldn’t run away from your problems you should confront them head on and overcome them for we are OVERCOMERS; we are more than conquerors through Christ Jesus. But if we run away from our problems, not only would those same problems chase us wherever we go but all new problems would pop up and join the chase too.

Chris taught about the words of the preacher for a while but soon cast it aside. He feared that a part of him knew that the preacher was right but that would mean returning home was right thing to do, and he just couldn’t afford to do that.

Joe continued his welcome to the life of a runaway speech, and for hours he shared his adventures and experiences which he clearly treasured and was sincerely happy about.

However, the more he spoke, the more Chris got disgusted. The more he spoke, the more Chris wanted to throw up. Is this what I am about to turn into? Chris asked himself as he studied Joe.

After lots and lots of adventures had been told, Joe said to Chris, “So new runaway what town did you take this train to stop at and begin your wonderful new life of freedom, paradise and unending adventure?”

Chris looked at Joe and said, “I’m stopping at the next town so I can hop on a train that would take me back home.”

Have A Bite – by Alfred (a short story for kids)

Steven’s next door neighbour Natasha was having her birthday party. He’s had a crush on her like forever (even though he was just 12 and a half and she was 13 today).

Steven begged his Mum to let him go to the birthday party but she just kept refusing. When she just couldn’t bear him bugging her anymore, she told him he could go but on one condition; that he would have to promise not to eat anything at the party.

Steven thought that that was a very weird request but he agreed.

A few minutes later, Steven was having much fun at the party you would have thought that it held because of him. He danced, got to tell his funny jokes, chatted with a lot of people but he still hadn’t fulfilled his primary objective which was to dance with the beautiful Natasha. He had his eye on her and after one crafty move after another he was dancing with her – It was totally a dream come true.

While Steven was still with Natasha, a caterer came up to them and offered them their own plate of food.

Steven was like, ‘No thanks.’ But the look Natasha gave him was like, “I know you didn’t just reject food at my birthday party.”

The last thing that Steven wanted was to do anything that would give Natasha the slightest reason to dislike him so Steven accepted the food.

When Steven returned home after the party, his Mum asked him if he ate anything at the party. He said that he didn’t, that he kept his promise.

That night Steven had to sit close to the toilet. He had an upset tummy. His Mum told him that it serves him right for breaking his promise.

She said the reason that she did not want him to eat anything at the party was because she saw how the caterer prepared the food and that the caterer added some ingredients that she herself doesn’t add when cooking for Steven because it gives him an upset stomach.

After those really long hours in the toilet, I guess Steven had to learn his lesson, that a Christian is a man or woman of his/her word and never breaks their word no matter what.

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