Author Archives: Joshua Gibbs

A. “Christianity is not about what you do. It is about what Christ has done. Christianity is not about scoring Brownie points with God. It is all about grace.” B. “The problem with Christianity today is all the fake Christians out there. The Christians who aren’t really committed to God. They go to church onContinue reading “A Dichotomy”

Tom: I only believe what the Bible teaches. Harry: I only believe what the Bible teaches, too. Tom: I guess we believe all the same things. Harry: The Bible says, “Call no man on earth father.” Do you call anyone on earth “father”? Tom: Just my father. Harry: But that’s not what the Bible says.Continue reading “A One Act Play About The Bible”

Veteran teacher: Hey new teacher what are some of your favorite poets? Cool teacher: (puts on sunglasses) I like Dylan. Veteran teacher: Oh, the modernist Welsh poet Dylan Thomas. Yes, he’s quite amaz— Cool teacher: No. (Cool teacher drags on cigarette while mounting 1966 Triumph Bonneville motorcycle and looking off toward the horizon) Veteran teacher:Continue reading “Cool Teacher: A One Act Play”

take me at a time convenient for my soul’s health summer won’t work

Gibbs: On the quiz, when asked, “Did you finish watching all of the original Star Wars trilogy over the summer?” you answered, “Yes.” Do you want to stick with that answer? Student: Yes. How come? Gibbs: That’s a little hard to believe based on the way you answered the other questions on the quiz. Student:Continue reading “If “Star Wars” Were Homework And Students Were Quizzed On It”

It will be like a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted to them his property. To one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he began to go on his journey, but before he could leave, the mother of theContinue reading “The Beginning of a Modern Parable”

Blackened, chilled radicchio with grated Ossau-Iraty, Caesar, and Timut pepper.

Duck: Ducks don’t like cookies. Ducks like crackers! 58 Other Ducks: So true. Beaver: Do they, though?

I have forgiven myself   for far worse than the little sin which haunts   me hardest in stray moments of a day.   *  My nine-year-old daughter launches breathless   through the front door to say   her friend is walking to the park   with her family   and can she go, too?  *  No, I say, for obsidian reasons  Continue reading “New Poetry: Next”