Top Christian Reads Novels & Stories

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

Papers lay scattered in front of him, but he had not read a single line for the past hour. His thoughts refused to settle. No matter how much he tried to focus, his mind kept drifting back to the same thing. Christiana. The memory of her standing in his office earlier that day replayed in his mind again and again. Her confidence. The calm way she had spoken to him. The small smile on her lips when he handed her the key. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face slowly. “What have I done?” he muttered under his breath. He had spent years building a reputation within the church. Discipline, obedience, devotion — those were the values he had always tried to uphold.

The informer said. “Listen, I don’t care about the damn money! I just want all the information. You’ve got fifteen hours right from now and call me only when you get any information.” Christian said, and disconnected the call. He was currently standing against the railing of his balcony and he stared at the book in his hand. “The Antagonist Of My Life,” He read the title again and tried to understand its meaning because so far he found the male lead supportive in some chapters and some events were clicking inside his head.

“Yes?” “Yes. I do know the person, and it's a female, but that’s all I know,” Christian said, pulling over. I squinted at him. I couldn’t believe him right now. No wonder he wasn’t even worried about his wife. Hold on, was he in on it with them? It made sense. Christian ran the most dangerous security group here in ATL. Shit, the man is even feared in Chicago. He has groups all over the States. He had president-level power himself.

I insisted. Drayce sighed. “I don’t know why that you can’t see it, but they wrote it in god’s text. No mortal could read this even me, but you, you could read it with no struggles.” And he looks impressed. “Really? You wrote it in a different text?” I looked at the paper one more time, but I still see simple words. I don’t know if Drayce is just fooling with me. “This is impossible.” Apollo said. “Who took this from her? This is a song that I wrote for her.”

But sometimes texts from Christian can be much better than job offers. When I open the chat box, I see he's sent me two images, and one voice recording. The grocery store wifi tries to be slow but the images finish loading, and the sight of a shirtless Christian Storm immediately makes me feel like my mouth is drooling. From the picture, Christian has just woken up. His hair is still tousled. His eyes, though cool and sharp, have that sleepy bleariness to them. The lines of his broad shoulders draw my eyes and I feel bad for only wanting to stare at them. Shirtless Christian Storm is always a treat.

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.

I start to take off my yellow shirt when he hesitates to take off my clothes but he stops me. "No!" I'm so embarrassed and I feel so humiliated. "I thought you were allergic to 'No's," I joke, not even looking at him. "I can't have sex with you, Rebecca." "Aren't you... Attracted to me?" "Of course I am! But I just can't..." "Why?" "I'm a Christian." "So I'm I." "A Christian who does not fornicate." I roll my eyes. "Sex is not a big deal." "I'm a true believer, Rebecca. And the Bible says that neither adulterers nor fornicators will enter the gates of heaven."

He continued to read through the entry, letting out a light chuckle and hearty laughter every now and then, and as I watched him, I realized I’ve fallen so deeply for this man, loving every version of him. Cold Christian. Unhappy Christian. Christian who didn’t like me. Christian who likes me now. Obedient Christian. Rude Christian. Every single version, I’d loved. And still do…

"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