Short Stories of a Big God

By Bobby Ross

Old photographs of family and friends - remembering how it used to be, cause

fragments of time, memories and emotions to flood your soul. So too are

short stories of the past. Whether through sight or word, for a few brief,

fleeting moments, we can travel to a time when God was more present.

"Short stories of a Big God," is as relevant today as when mankind was first

created. The principles and character of God and how he deals with us are as

old as time itself, but as new as each breath. These stories are brief but

deep. You'll find yourself or someone you know here. After all, are we not

all, by earthly standards, short stores of a bigger God?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781638145622

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Short Stories of a Big God

Bobby Ross

ISBN 978-1-63814-561-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63814-562-2 (Digital)

Copyright © 2021 Bobby Ross

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Table of Contents

I Heard a Truth

Transformed

Divine Plan

Unworthy

Destination

Jamaica

Faith and Reason

Who Knows?

If I Have Not Love

Time

Prayer Works

Justice

Pondering

Hearing That Voice

Prudence

Testimony

Here, on this cool crisp October morning with not a cloud in the sky, the sunshine is enhancing the colors so vividly, and the dew on the grass is like thousands of little diamonds twinkling at me. I am in the hills of the Shenandoah Valley, and all is still, peaceful, and oh so quiet. Three wild turkeys just strolled on by, no doubt getting ready for the upcoming winter. God’s amazing creation is everywhere. On such a day long ago, I remember being struck by a thought that held me like a vise. So dire, it hit me like walking into a wall. This thought so foreign and filled with fear, What if I had to spend a day sober?

I grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC. At age twelve, my friends and I would steal a beer or two from our dads or whiskey that they would not notice missing. Sometimes, we would steal returnable soft drink bottles off people’s porches and get the deposits, then ask a stranger to buy us some cheap wine. We found a way to catch a buzz, and oh, how adult we thought we were.

By age fourteen, I was getting high every day. Getting high meant smoking marijuana, hash, or Thai sticks; whatever it was, we were smoking it. If nothing else, we would clean out our little brass pipes and smoke the caked on residue stuck to the stem and the chambers; it got you a little buzz. When I say every day, I mean every day.

At age twenty, I was snorting crystal meth. For nine months every day, some or a lot of crystal meth. We called it crank, and it was plentiful. Crank comes with its own demons, and I had to get away from them, or I would most assuredly be dead. To get away from crank, I turned to cocaine, lots of cocaine. In between all this was tripping on LSD or whatever became available—mescalin or mushrooms were my favorites. As the drugs came and went, we went with the flow. I had one boundary: I never stuck a needle in my arm. I was addicted to altering my reality at any cost but no needles.

At twenty-four, I got married. What a mistake that was. We both carried far too much baggage into our relationship. By age twenty-nine, our marriage was over, but one very bright and positive person came out of our union—my son, whom I am very proud of and