Redeemed on Tucker Street: Chapter One: A Broken Home

Submitted by Sarah Liz on Mon, 12/19/2016 - 16:35

(NOTE: some of this is repeat, just want to post chapter by chapter. Had to finish Chapter 1, so here is the entirety of that. Currently working on Chapter 2, so stay tuned.)


I heard the door slam solidly behind me, and took the stairs two at a time. I dashed through the pouring Gulf Coast rain to the bus stop.

“Hey.” I nodded in the general direction of an older gentleman sitting on the bench, inches from the pouring rain. “You doing okay today?”

Tiny Child

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Sun, 01/31/2016 - 20:58

Tiny child, by your parents torn apart,
I wish I could hold you in my arms; not my heart.
Unloved, unprotected, not held by loving hands;
Your demise is cheered on and upheld in this land.

Unloved, unwanted, torn and abused:
Cast aside for selfish pleasure, broken; confused.
They pursued their own lust and chased after their pleasure,
Not facing their sins but removing their treasure.

Abortion, Christianity, and William Wilberforce

Submitted by Sarah Liz on Fri, 01/15/2016 - 19:38

Hi All! I am a blogger and writer. I am also a homeschool graduate, college graduate (as of May 2016), sister, and daughter. This is one of my recent blog posts. Hope you all enjoy!

--Abortion, Christianity, and William Wilberforce--

You’re probably thinking…”What in the world do all these random things have in common? Oh, okay, well I can see the connection with abortion and Christianity. Okay, and the mess we’re in, obviously. But what about that random guy Wilberforce? Don’t I remember that name from my 10th grade history class?”

Never Regretted

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Mon, 11/16/2015 - 15:38

I pulled into the drive and found a spot to park my car. I took the key out of the ignition and put it in my purse. I looked at my hands, palms up. They were shaking and sweating like crazy. I clenched them into fists to steady them and gritted my teeth.
"You can do this," I whispered to myself. "It'll be better this way."

Of the Small

Submitted by little woman on Fri, 01/11/2013 - 00:44

This is the land of Freedom and Justice
or is it?
where we swear under God.

Under God we stand
a nation once rose tall
yet if our sins we keep
our nation soon will fall.

Prophets of today
stand up and tell us plain
'a nation who slaughters her children
never more will gain.'

Still we press on forward
"rights" for each and all
yet in the hurry to let each do as he will
we forget the rights of the small.

Dear Mommy

Submitted by Tori on Thu, 11/12/2009 - 15:18

Note: Mairead  wrote an essay of the same topic as this a few days ago...feeling inspired by it I have written something similar. But she had the original idea; not me!!

Dear Mommy,

I'm sorry that I cannot tell you all this in person; but I am very busy at the moment. I am busy growing bigger, growing taller, growing fatter, everyday. I should think you would be proud of this; but why is it so hard for you to keep me here?

The Sick Man

Submitted by Ben on Tue, 10/21/2008 - 00:50
The Parable of the Sick Man

A man who for many months had been suffering from an illness went one day to see a doctor. The doctor told him, "this is what you must do: return to your town, find your neighbor, and kill him. Then your disease will subside and you will be able to return to work."

The man returned to his home, found his neighbor, and killed him. Soon after, just as the doctor had predicted, his fever subsided and he was able to return to work.

I ask you: When was the man more ill, before or after visiting the doctor?


Submitted by AmandaLC on Thu, 05/22/2008 - 03:53

I see the innocent BABY
I smell the BABY’s unseen tears
I watch the woman leave, childless
I feel regret for what I am forced to do
I hear the unheard whimper of a dying BABY
I know what I’m doing, unwillingly
I don’t understand why this happens
I cry for the BABY lost
I wish see would look back to see what a mother she has become
I hate the doctor, the murderer.