Tag Archives: A Good Place historical fiction Curt Iles Creekbank Stories http://www.creekbank.net

“Child-Headed Households” and “Unaccompanied Minors.”

   What in the world is a “Child-Headed Household” and “Unaccompanied Minor?”    Friday  21 March Back home in Entebbe Scroll down for prayer needs. The UN has a special term for them. They call them “Unaccompanied Minors.” It means they are  refugees who arrived without an adult. They may truly be orphans.  Both parents are dead and they are separated from …

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Underdogs and a New Slides

Underdogs I’ve not sure I’ve ever seen anything that looked more out of place. As my grandpa said, “It was like a saddle on a pig.” Brand new shiny playground equipment in the midst of a ragtag barren refugee camp. I walked over to a swing set and pushed on it. It was cemented in the ground. Just as I …

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“. . . It doesn’t mean you’ve been discarded.”

A lonely boy named James.   So take that look out of here, it doesn’t fit you.
 Because it’s happened doesn’t mean you’ve been discarded.
 Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming.
 Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted.
  -“In a Big Country” * *Complete lyrics at end of post   “I found him out …

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Saturday Snips: Thoughts from a “Soul Retreat”

Last week I took a Soul Retreat. I got on a crowded fishing boat and traveled to one of the islands on Lake Victoria.  It was a time for reflection, renewal, and writing.   In upcoming  blog posts, you’ll find many of the stories I wrote. They are simply from my heart to yours.  Enjoy!   It’s a long  way …

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Heartbroken but still in Love: South Sudan

Heartbroken    This week we our blogging will consist of putting faces on the chaos going on in South Sudan. You’ve heard the stats: at least 1000 dead . . . 150,000 displaced.  Numbers don’t move us like faces and stories. This week you’ll be meeting Simon and Rachel, Pastor John, Two Teachers, a family separated at the Nile and …

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Throwing your hat over the wall. . .going in circles.

Ramblings and Musings from Uganda   Going in circles . . .   There are lots of challenges to driving in Uganda.  Driving on the left side of the road.  Steering wheel on left side of car.  Weaving in and out of thousands of motorcycles.  And then there are the roundabouts.  Where we Americans would place a four-way intersections, Africa …

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A Day in the Life

How do I even begin to describe Africa? I’ve updated my reading list.  I post it to spur myself on as a L.L.L. (Life Long Learner).  Enjoy!  What’s on your reading list? We’d be honored to have you subscribe to this blog.  I normally update it three (3) times weekly: Weekend/Tuesday/Thursday. Every day is different.  This is a photo trip …

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Jenga: Building Together

Jenga.  It’s one of my favorite games.  It involves removing wooden individual blocks without crashing the stacked blocks. My grandsons love to play it. Jenga comes from Swahili and means  “building together.”                                                                                                                                           …

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Bribed, Floored, and More

On TheJourney . . . walking the red dirt roads of East Africa updated on Sunday, 17 Feb2013 February 2013 Have you read our latest newsletter? You can also subscribe to the newsletter. As always, we love to hear from you.  Email us at creekbank.stories@gmail.com   Click on image for larger view Praying for us this week: Our KiSwahili language …

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A Conspiracy is Born ‘A Spent Bullet’ Chapter Six

Chapter 6 In Cahoots     Ben heard the approaching footsteps and shoved the bullet under his pillow and began innocently singing: “Do your ears hang low, do they flop, do they flop?  Can you tie ‘em in a bow, can you tie ‘em in a knot?” He sat on the edge of the bed as the doorknob turned. “Can …

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“Snake-Popping” An excerpt from “A Good Place.”

My favorite current passage from A Good Place. I read the following story to a Sr. Adult group earlier in the week.  One lady laughed so hard I thought we were going to have to do the Heimlich Maneuver on her. Here is it for you to read, enjoy, and laugh. Author’s note:  Mayo Moore, preteen son of Joe and …

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