As the waves close over your head, panic seizes you in an icy grip. Your limbs want to flail, to thrash, to climb the water back to the air. You have forgotten who you are.
Gills open on the side of your neck, saltwater rushes into your lungs, and your body changes. You are not human. You were never human.
You open new eyes on a new world: your world. This is where you belong.
You shed the chains of your old life, and your fins and tail propel you deeper and deeper into your future. You are free.
Long ago and far away there were two neighbouring lands that had little in common beyond their shared border. The southern kingdom was warm and green year-round with bountiful farmlands and pastures while the north lay under an eternal blanket of snow.
At sixteen years of age, Anette was the youngest child of the king of Summerland and she dreamed of adventure. With little to fill her days, she read romantic tales of daring quests and spent hours riding in the lush countryside.
On a day that began like any other, a traveler came to the palace. This was exciting in itself as they had few passersthrough, but to everyone’s delight the visitor was a polar bear who spoke as a human. The king of Summerland invited the polar bear to stay for dinner and it accepted with a bow as graceful as an enormous beast could manage. …
We will march and dance and roar
Until the walls fall down.
We will fight for this is war,
And we will win the crown.
Fling the doors and gates open
And let the music play.
Every promise yes amen
For every single gay.
We will not give up, give in,
Our strength found in our joy.
You may call us evil, sin,
But we are not your foe.
You can join us in our song,
Prepare the way of hope.
One voice, one body, we are strong:
One roar from one mass throat.
I am about to be the answer to the “ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.” As my birthday races closer and ever closer, I wonder: Will I awake on the morning of my 42nd birthday with the knowledge of the ages implanted in my brain? What sort of magic will take over my body?
The day I turned 40 felt like it should have been momentous. The big four oh. But it was a day like any other day. You see, on that day I was not yet the answer.
But now, soon, I will be. …
June 23, 1969. Five days before the Stonewall riots were to begin.
A sixteen-year-old hippie girl sits down and writes a song to express her love of Jesus, and to share that love with her baby sister and with her friends at school.
She never thought anyone outside of her own family and friends would hear the song, let alone people all over the world. She never dreamed we would still be singing it today.
Marsha Carter grew up in a household troubled by alcoholism. When she found Jesus, she found a freedom and a love that she had to share. A lover of music, she searched for songs of Jesus but found nothing that spoke to her heart. So she decided to write her own. …