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StoryIf Jesus Were Born Today - Original Poem mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryHow to Plant a Church mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryHuman Recall Notice mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryGet Your Heart Right mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryGod's Light mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryJesus is the Bread of Life mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryHelp for Your Depression mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryHeaven or Hell? mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryIf Jesus Were Born Today mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryGregg World mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryFirst Contact mallisle112 years 4 months ago
StoryFollow My Leader Chapter 7 Matthew's First Sermon mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryFollow My Leader Chapter 6 Church In the City mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryFollow My Leader 4 Disquiet at the Seminary mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryFollow My Leader 3. A Word About Your Future. mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryFollow My Leader 2. A Billion Dollars. mallisle112 years 4 months ago
StoryFollow My Leader 1. A Church Becomes a Ministry. mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryEvangelism mallisle012 years 4 months ago
StoryFrom Atheist to Evangelist mallisle012 years 4 months ago

My stories

The Model village

Father rang the doorbell of the landlord's flat. "Hello," said the landlord. "We've come to rent the Wendy house," he said. "Great. It's big enough...

The Missionaries 8

The Boy Raised From the Dead A neighbor looked at the lifeless form in the water below and for a brief moment stood stunned. A Li’s frantic screaming...

The Missionaries 7

So You Want to Go to Borneo? The little Fokker F-28 sped down the runway and lifted off quickly. Through my window I gazed longingly at Jakarta. The...

The Missionaries 6

Voyage to Australia (2) Friday 20. Fortieth day at sea. A very strong breeze from the south producing a head sea ; vessel lurching and pitching, and...

The Missionaries 5

The Voyage to Australia (1) May 12, 1851. Monday morning, quarter past nine — amid the clatter of ropes, shouting of sailors, removal of breakfast...

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