Allegory Religion

What do you worship when the gods have fallen silent? In a society unraveling at the seams, one generation clings to ancient ideals while another rises to challenge the very foundations of truth, virtue, and power. As temples crumble and dogmas fail, a quiet scribe named Lucian finds himself at the center of a philosophical revolution—one that may reshape his city, his family, and the meaning of morality itself. From candlelit vigils to defiant assemblies, A Song for the New Gods traces the fragile birth of a post-idealist world. Haunted by the memory of a father who died defending order,...

Through the ages, many stories have been told about Mary, Joseph, and the birth of the Messiah. Stories of shepherds and sheep, kings, angels, and stables. But there is one story that has never been told. One story that has remained hidden in the fabric of time. The story of The Swaddling Clothes.

Stone the builder who erects a house that falls on its occupants. Sever the hands of the criminal who pilfers livestock or grain or another's garment. Whip the child who defies an elder. For such is the law and the law must be obeyed. For generations, these ironclad rules had governed the people. Nobody ques-tioned whether it was right to humiliate a child or execute a murderer. An eye for an eye was the way of the world. But was there another way?

It is said, that on the day Jesus died, the soldiers gambled at the foot of the cross for all of his personal effects. Among those items, was his cloak...Have you ever wondered what happened to his cloak? Or to the soldier who won it? How did it feel to wear the cloak of Jesus Christ and what sort of thoughts might he have about it? Or about Jesus? Come along on this fictional tale and discover a short story that is as thought-provoking as it is encouraging for the world we live in today.

The Dragon looked through the window, its lips dripping with drool. She was becoming more its play-thing every day and she did not even know it. Wynne took one last look at the flat where her dreams with her husband, Vaughan, and her small son, Caedmon, were to have come true. "This is not my fault," she told herself. Stiffening her back she took her son's hand and left her husband's home. She did not look back again.

Christians and Eganites dwelt together in peace, and Livingstone village became a fruitful habitation for both groups of people. War began due to clashes of powers that hovered in the atmosphere of the supernatural. An unholy source of power rebelled with the people of the living God who continuously saturated the atmosphere with godliness through prayer, which made it difficult for Egan worship to last in the land.