EXCERPTS

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A TESTIMONY
“No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them,
and I will raise them up at the last day.”—John 6:44

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Kim Bond’s Non-fiction Salvation Testimony*

[December 1996] Like many college students, it was common for me to stay up late. This particular night, I wrote a letter and listened to music in my living room. It was 2:50 a.m.; I know for certain because I stepped into the kitchen to glance at the mauve wall clock that hung against the floral-patterned wallpaper.

When I turned slightly away from the clock, I heard a voice. The booming voice said to me, “God is real, and the Bible is truth.” My body warmed and tingled. I stood there in shock. When I finally regained my composure, I returned to my living room to consider the strange event that had just occurred.

I did not believe in the Bible, nor did I believe in God. I was acquainted with the gospel, but I considered it too unrealistic to ever be true. Yet here I sat, confronted with an experience ill-fitted for my atheistic belief system. And so I became a Christian overnight. The experience was real—real enough for me to change my beliefs and way of life.

I modeled my habits after the activities that seemed inconsistent with Christianity and began attending church regularly. With my new Christian ways, I was eager to resume life as usual. God, however, had other plans. While I believe he appreciated my token sacrifices, He had so many other changes planned for my life. As I prayed, strange requests rose from my lips. Instead of asking for increasing beauty, I asked for increasing humility. Rather than praying to win lottery money, I prayed to forgive the people in my life. Additionally, the desire to be married and have children began to blossom in my heart.

These challenges are not as easily accomplished as a decision to go to church. In my case, they happened as a consequence of a transformation in the course of my life. And life did not hesitate to change considerably for me.

I am now married with two beautiful children and a strong faith in Christ. Over the years, the Lord has given me the opportunity to share my story of salvation with hundreds of people including the good people of Perm, Russia. Every year, I am amazed by the work God continues to do in my life.

*This testimony is part of a published collection called Never Forsaken: A Testimony Collection. Click HERE to read the full publication.

A POEM
“I Will praise you, Lord my God, with all my heart,
I will glorify your name forever.” -Psalm 86:12

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Trinity**
by Kim Bond

We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign,
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!
Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send,
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our every-present friend.

**This poem is part of a published collection called Creator: A Christian Poetry Collection. Click HERE to read the full publication.

A SHORT STORY***
“…Mercy triumphs over judgment.”—James 2:13

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Stolen Apples
by Kim Bond

Twelve-year-old Juni tossed the apple core on top of the stack sitting next to him. It felt good to be full after being hungry for so long—even if it meant stealing apples off the back of a delivery truck. He was an orphan living on the streets of the Manila in the Philippines. He hardly remembered his parents and his life before the flood took their lives so many years ago. Still, he often wondered why God had taken them from him. That is the exact thought that Juni was dwelling on as he drifted off into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he was walking down the road when he spotted a man with wings carrying a letter sack.

Juni tugged the angel’s white robe and said, “Excuse me. Where did you get those letters?”

The angel said, “These letters are replies to questions humans have asked God. Did you ask the Lord a question?”

The unkempt boy nodded excitedly. “I asked Him why He took my parents from me like a million times! Please check and see if there is a letter for me. My name is Juni.”

The angel flipped through his bag and lifted out a beautiful white leaf of paper with a golden seal. “Here you go!”  He handed it to the young man with a smile.

Juni broke the seal and ripped open the letter. He read, “Why do you blame Me for taking your parents from you? I came to give life—not steal it.” The boy cringed as he read the word “steal.” He felt so guilty about stealing the apples now that he was standing before an angel reading Jesus’ words. He shook off the shame and continued reading, “There is one who comes to take life and that is the prince of this world—Satan.”

The boy looked up, “I blamed the wrong man! It wasn’t God who orphaned me. It was Lucifer. Can you tell Jesus….”

“Tell Him yourself with your prayers, young man. I only deliver messages from God. Peace be with you.” The angel’s wings flapped and lifted him from the ground into the sky.

In his dream, the delivery truck Juni had stolen apples from sped by. As it made a sharp turn, it flipped on its side. The Filipino boy ran to check on the driver, but he could not find a pulse. It was too late. He jumped up and down to flag down help, but no other cars passed.

There was only a pedestrian walking slowly toward him. As it neared, Juni saw its hideous shriveled skin and blank eyes. In its grasp was a giant scrapbook with gold trim.

The demon said, “I have been notified there has been a death. Tell me precisely how this man died.” He opened the book and took out a pen and propped it in his hand to write.

Juni said, “Why?”

“My master wants to know for his history book. Every death since Abel’s has been recorded in this book. He reads it every night and cherishes every detail.”

“Not anymore!” Juni snatched the book out of his hand and began to run.

The demon called after him, “I should have known better than to ask a thief like you. That’s all you will ever be!”

Juni turned and walked back to the demon. He handed him the book filled with every gory and murderous detail. “Not anymore! I quit!”  He looked up to heaven and said, “I promise never to steal again, Lord. I’m sorry—so, so, so sorry. Forgive me.”

Two hands were shaking Juni as he awoke from the dream. As he opened his eyes, he saw the delivery driver standing over him. The boy was so glad to see him alive that he gave him a big hug.

The driver smiled. “I guess that nice hug makes up for that stack of apples you stole from me. All is forgiven. You must have been pretty hungry. I’m Taupo.”  He looked around. “Where are your parents, boy? Don’t they have money to feed you?”

The dark-skinned boy said, “I have no parents, sir. I will pay you back for the apples somehow. I am pretty strong. Can I unload some apples for you?”

Taupo said, “I bet my wife would like to meet you. Come on home to dinner with me tonight. How old are you? Do you know?”

“I am twelve, sir.”

“Our son would have been twelve just like you— if he were still living. He died of Tuberculosis five years ago. We loved him so much. I just can’t understand why the Lord took him from us.”

Juni patted his arm. “Maybe the Lord didn’t take him from you. Maybe it was… someone else.”

Taupo furrowed his brow, then smiled again. “I like you, kid. Hop in the truck so I can give you a hot meal and a soft bed for the night. It might be more than just one night if my wife takes to you like I do.”

The boy felt loved for the first time in a long time. He climbed into the delivery truck and fastened his seatbelt as the driver sat behind the wheel.

Juni fidgeted. “There is a sharp turn up here. Remember to take it slow.”

***This short story is part of a published collection called Spiritual Citizens: A Christian Fiction Anthology. Click HERE to read the full publication. 

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