When Culture Knocks
The knock came like a warning, sharp and deliberate, echoing through the quiet farmhouse. Caleb froze mid sentence, his Bible still open on the kitchen table. Miriam glanced upward. Word had spread again. The revival had stirred more than hearts. Resistance had arrived.
The visitors stepped inside carrying concern, suspicion, and questions. Their eyes once held friendship. Tonight they carried something heavier.
Caleb inhaled slowly. "We're not seeking division," he said quietly. "We're seeking Him."
Outside, winter winds pressed against the windows. Inside, the flame still burned.