Unscramble Worship Novels & Stories

Her voice was filled with venom, and Chris couldn’t fathom all that deceitfulness into a church. He felt like rolling up his eyes, but was able to craft an apologetic nod. If it were up to him, the only thing he’d be worshiping on Sunday morning was his woman. Oh shit, those thoughts needed to stop. Kiara was not his woman. But damn, she should be.

Not submission. Just us. A different kind of worship.

This is not the end, but only the beginning of your liberation from suffering and miserable life. Pastor Kris declares to all those gathered to receive the blessings, "It's our God who teaches us to help you, so let us give Him glory with a shout of Joy." Pastor Kris declares as everyone sings and dances to the music of the Remnant Church of Christ Ministries' worship team and believers. After eating the foods in a packed, the people gathered were persuaded to sing and dance, and they still received additional canned goods, oatmeal, and dairy milk products.

Worship made me blind. Now I see. Now I take. Now I become the kind of man who doesn’t break. Because broken things don’t bleed. They cut.