Book Reviews For Christian Parents Novels & Stories

“You're going to be such a good dad.” That night, I woke up at 2 AM needing to pee—another fun pregnancy symptom nobody warns you about. When I came back from the bathroom, Christian was sitting up in bed with the lamp on, reading. I moved closer and saw the book title: “The Expectant Father's Guide to Pregnancy and Beyond.” He had a highlighter. He'd marked passages. There were sticky notes. “Christian?” He jumped slightly, caught. “You're awake.” “What are you reading?” I sat beside him, trying not to smile.

What do they read in the new schoolbooks? Christian parents, ask your children to show you these books, particularly the history books used in the secondary schools. You will be appalled to see how these books, in complete disregard of historical truth, seek to fill inexperienced children with mistrust of Christianity and the Church, indeed with hatred of the Christian faith. In the favored state educational establishments, the Hitler schools, the new teachers' training schools, all Christian influence and even all religious activity are excluded as a matter of principle. And what is happening to the children who were sent last spring to remote parts of the country to escape the air raids? W

-Leia- After the other night’s disaster, I’ve decided not to jump to any kind of conclusion when it comes to Christian. I burnt my goddamn fingers and was left to suffer without talking things through with a man I know is good for me. He might have a history, but that’s just it, right? Everyone says he’s changed, my mom likes him, he’s hard-working and doesn’t lie to me. I know it’s just my insecurities speaking, but what does Christian even see in me?

Christian sat next to my bed holding my hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Terrified." "Why?" "Because I don't know how to be a mother." "You'll learn." "What if I do everything wrong?" "You won't do everything wrong." "What if I can't take care of the baby?" "I'll help you." "You will?" "Of course I will." "Christian, what if the baby doesn't like me?" "The baby will love you." "How do you know?" "Because you're going to be an amazing mother."

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

He turns back and as he steps away from me, he speaks, “What happened to ‘honour your father, mother, and elders’?” I cross my arms over my chest; I know where he’s going with this. He’s going to make me feel guilty with the laws in the Bible and he might no longer call himself a Christian, but that doesn’t stop his knowledge of the good book, as he calls it. “What happened to ‘parent do not provoke your Children’?” I ask, contradicting his point.

But still – it’s rather shocking. My eyes are wide as I pop the caps off of beers and set them in front of Frankie and Nico, listening to them tell me about how Christian’s father found the woman who ran away when she was pregnant and brought the preteen Christian back with him, refusing to let his son grow up outside the fold.

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

Our counseling sessions had continued, not because there was anything wrong going on between Damien and I but because I needed answers for future issues. "We're both growing and sometimes I fear us backsliding and giving up on Christianity because of how clueless we are." I opened up to her. "The solution to this is to commit to growing. Through more time spent fellowshipping with the brethren and giving yourself to study. There are several Christian books that can guide you on your journey and the Bible is the number one book to look to. It is God's Word." She said. I nodded, "Book recommendations?" "Sure." I took out my journal and jotted down a list of books as she mentioned the names and

It felt strange, how something so small could pull at me like that. We kept walking. Somewhere near the corner shelf, I stopped again — a thin book caught my eye. The First Year: A Guide for New Parents. I reached for it, running my thumb along the spine. Pages soft, edges new. I flipped through — pictures of fathers holding babies, smiling mothers, small notes on feeding and sleep routines. For the first time that day, something in my chest loosened. “You know,” the storekeeper said, glancing at the book, “most fathers come back for that one. They say it helps.”