By Jaime Nava

Growing up we had some well abused “Choose Your Own Adventure” books. You roll stats by randomly choosing a number on the last page for certain abilities or something of the sort. Once that is done, you begin on the first page. From there things are off and running. You would get a few paragraphs and then you had to choose which path to take. It would tell you which page to turn to and start on the next branch of choices.

By Cindy Koch

“RUN!” Brian screamed. A startled pack of neighborhood children scattered across the dark foggy grass. I remember tripping over my younger next door neighbor, Andy, and skidding across the black damp lawn. Several terrified lengths behind the safety of the frightened group, I was exposed. Screeching tires pierced the deathly quiet night, and I knew they were coming for me. Trembling and clumsily finding my balance, I peeked over my shoulder to see how much time I had to hide. But just as I looked back, a rusty mud-stained Ford pick-up swung its evil headlights around that fatal house on the corner of my street.

By Bob Hiller

Imagine with me, if you will, a scenario that we just might see this weekend. There are two minutes left in the AFC Championship game. Denver trails the evil Patriots by three points. Peyton Manning and the Denver offense have the ball on their own 20 and start to drive. Things are clicking beautifully. Passes are completed, runs are averaging six-plus yards a carry, and the defense is on its heels. Then, Manning throws a beautiful ball down the sideline to Demaryius Thomas that puts Denver in the red zone and sets them up for a touchdown. It looked like a good catch, but Thomas’ toes were close to the line. As Denver runs down to set up for the next play, Bill Belichick, that stalwart of morals and fair play, reaches into his pocket and tosses a little red flag onto the field.

By Paul Koch

The story of the wedding feast in Cana is truly one of the most joyful and pleasant stories in the Gospels. There is no animosity, no direct opposition to our Lord, no condemnation of any kind. Jesus, along with some of his first disciples, join his mother at a wedding. The setting is one of laughter and joy. It’s a scene of wine drinking and friendship.