Novel & Cerita Short Religious Inspirational Stories

Jason felt his spirit sink, as he felt guilty about wanting to be a rich man. But the youth minister had a different take on the subject Of God and money. Instead of the rant about love and money, he told them about the story of the rich man and his three servants, known as the parable of the Talents, which comes from the Book of Mathew. The story goes that before the rich Master went on a journey, he gave his three servants some money (talents). To one he gave five talents, another two talents, and the third one talent. The one who received five talents immediately traded and turned his five talents to 10 talents. The one with two talents, made two more talents. The servant who received onl

close he said that even though the pain he felt was still severe, it was better than the day before. He lost his pregnant wife and his parents in a tragic accident. He was the only one who had survived. He spent almost a year healing in the hospital and was trying to make sense of why he had to be the only survivor. Hearing his story got me all emotional, and tears rolled down my face without even realizing it. Some of the group members got up and went to hug him and told him to hang in there. It would get better. Someone told him to trust God’s plan for his life and once he returned to his seat, he placed his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his folded hands and watched sadly as

left me with Seojin. You have a perfect man like Shawn. Don't lose him. Try to know him, you'll understand. What God has offered you is healing, love, joy, and all of those Sunday-School miracles. Even though those ‘miracles’ and stories made sense to us when we were five, six, seven… now the words seem so drowned out and watered down because we’ve heard them a thousand times. But here’s the funny thing about them – they’re all real. I will be looking at you from the sky. There will be times in this life when you have no one to be there for you, and when that time comes – you have to be stronger. I'll cheer for you. Don't cry. It'll hurt me.

᪥Salam lovelies ᪥ ᪥So here is the chapter ᪥ “Life is short and if you’re looking for extension, you had best do well. Cause there’s good deeds and then there’s good intentions. They are as far apart as Heaven and Hell.” ~BEN HARPER ᪥Do share my story with your friends and followers ᪥ ᪥Do vote silent readers ᪥ ᪥I wrote this chapter in my super super busy schedule᪥ ᪥May God bless you all with a beautiful future Ameen᪥

He might need to change that! While Bushra on the other hands could narrate so many hadith's he's never heard of. She is the exact woman men pray for, religious, beautiful, righteous, pious and the one that will lead you in the best way and make you become closer to your Lord. Bushra Amani is the best candidate, just like how her brothers are, very religious. Even though he has been to Islamic school too and has graduated, he can't help feeling low next to them when they are narrating hadiths effortlessly.

Our mother was still asleep. “Osifa pass me that cup of water.” I said while pointing to the cup of water by the corner. She handed me the water cup and I gulped hurriedly. The rice had a lot of pepper in it. “Do you think Father will rise again?” questioned Kiki “Rise from where?” asked Osifa. “The Reverend in church said those who die will surely rise again.” replied Kiki. I said nothing while they continued talking. “The resurrection he was referring to will only happen on the last day.” said Osifa. “When is the last day?” asked Kiki. “Ask the Reverend.” replied Osifa rudely. I laughed and they looked at me saying nothing. It seems my laughter was scarce lately and when I laughed, they we

Ejima heaved, "if forgiveness is all your God asks, then I am willing. It is hard, but I forgive them. I forgive my husband Uche. I forgive my friend and her sister who took away my home. I forgive the village who banished me and made me eat dust for bread. I forgive my husband for trying to kill me on several occasions. I forgive everyone. I forgive myself too. Now Lord, whoever you are, bring my son back to life." "And so shall it be in the name of Jesus Christ," Mary shouted "Amen." Mr. Stones' deep voice echoed. "Amen," Jide and Goddison and the rest all said. "Amen," the warriors that had come to fight chorused. "Amen," Ejima whispered. The words were barely out of her lips when a sudde

MORE TO THE MORAL Since Ojo was played by Itanforiti and went away with her power and her maidens, he had been like that, nothing get funny to him, and he was extra careful about friends me keeps, he knew the story was not just an ordinary one, the god looked tired and was speaking jargons, for he was feeling dizzy, and when Ojo saw that it was impossible for to get the god speaking he left and would wait for him in the morning to tell him the moral. When it was morning, he stood by the visitors corner and waited to see the one who had told a story night before, he came out and met him, he could remember he was in his room a night before, but could not remember if they had any conversation,

Although they have to take turns to go to heaven every day, the times when they meet are not many, but he believes that the world can be changed, and the brotherly love between them will never change. He was very interested in listening to the Queen of the Gods tell stories. The Queen of Gods often tells stories of a phoenix, nirvana, and the law of cause and effect... He listens but doesn't understand, but still likes to listen, always immersed in a smile that can contain all of her sorrows. The will of true training, like a phoenix, each time it plunges its head into the fire, is resurrected each time, its feathers are more beautiful, and the voice is clearer.

Jerry had always been an early riser. He loved waking up before the rest of the world when the air was still fresh and the day was new. And on this particular morning, he woke up from his camping equipment, which is the tent he mounted in a nearby village. Jerry woke up to a beautiful morning, feeling grateful for another day of life. As he got out of the mat, he felt compelled to express his gratitude to his creator. For Jerry, this meant getting down on his knees in a traditional act of worship.