Real Christian Novels & Stories

He lowered his head as he mumbled “Son, that wasn’t my intention. You misunderstood.” “Che!” Chris sneered as he looked at Grandpa Holston, his eyes devoid of any emotion other than disdain. The one thing he disdained the most was the hypocrisy of righteousness. He was not a fool to insist on everyone being righteous, but being true to oneself, whether it is righteous, sinful or somewhere between… it doesn’t matter… but whatever it, having the courage to face to it truthfully was what he appreciated most.

Christian said in all seriousness, “Celeste, we can’t allow ourselves to be affiliated with a criminal like him. Otherwise, it will be bad for us.” Celeste furrowed her beautiful eyebrows. Christian’s remark revolted her.

Christian said in all seriousness, “Celeste, we can’t allow ourselves to be affiliated with a criminal like him. Otherwise, it will be bad for us.” Celeste furrowed her beautiful eyebrows. Christian’s remark revolted her.

"Yep, almost everyone is Christian." "Yeah but you're not hearing me... He says he is Christian Christian." "Christian?" "Yep, a man after God's heart." I laughed at Rebecca's look of horror. "Let's check his socials." "What? You don't really bel-" "Hey, there was a guy in school that was Christian times three. He still is and he never fooled around, he now has a wife." "So it's real?" "It is, so his socials." I got out of bed and fetched my phone off the desk, "Let me log in to my fake account."

Someone who is dedicated and truthful. I was amazed at some of the things he told. Things if it had happened to me, I would have never told a soul. All in all, he is good and cute. A Christian also. Maybe if I move with him, I will be able to draw closer to God again because I have been a prodigal son long before I even went out that night to do the dangerous things that later put me through hell.

"There is a lot of diversity in Christendom. Many people wouldn't agree with you." "Absolutely. Many people are just too blind to see the truth even when it is in front of them. I know a gay woman who just married her wife and she is a deacon in her church and heading to divinity studies. She is going back to college in her middle years which is quite amazing. I try to tell people that my Christianity is based on who Christ was, what he said, what his life and words and actions teaches us. My Christianity is not about the form of our worship but the compassion in our hearts. People see Christianity that is severe and very narrow, and deals with Hell and judgement, and places the words of fai

Doctor Glen says, adding, "If you're not leaving yet tonight, I’d like to invite you to our open community Christian Sunday service and fellowship with other born-again Christians. Most of us are U.S. Military bases office and facilities staff, associates, and armies who have been converted, transformed, and sanctified through repentance by the grace of faith in Jesus Christ.” "Thank you, Doc. Glen, perhaps, some other time when God brings us back together here and join with you as U.S. Military base staff," "The love of God has kindled deep within has been sparked by the love of God," Rudolf replied as they both stared introspectively.

Christian greeted. "Hello Christian," Charlotte replied…..

The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over. “Welcome Mr…” he begins, stretching his hand to me. An unwise decision, I think, as I glance at his extended hand- a gesture to show trust, to form a connection. It's a pity he’s just offered his hand to The Devil, to the very man who will soon be taking his last breath. “Levi” I answer, my voice is calm, controlled, as I grasped his hand in mine. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to have his face imprinted at the back of my mind.