When Disorder Is Called Virtue
Jeremiah sat beneath the wall-mounted TV at The Shepherds Cafe and watched Minnesota boil on repeat. The café was warm, but the broadcast was cold—contagious contempt dressed up as virtue.
The Preschool License Problem
The morning air inside The Shepherds Cafe had that steady, early-winter rhythm—soft jazz tucked under the sound of grinders, the occasional laugh kept low, and the smell of espresso settling into the wood like it belonged there. Winter light pushed against the front windows in a pale wash, turning every passing car into a slow …
Respect the Badge, Submit to Christ
The winter air outside The Shepherds Cafe had that sharp, metallic bite that makes people talk faster than they think. Inside, the café was steady—soft jazz, warm lights, the quiet clink of mugs—like the world had agreed to pause for a moment.
A Civic Brew – Stirring the Pot
In the bustling heart of the city, the Contoso Café buzzed with the familiar symphony of clinking cups and lively chatter. At their usual corner table, draped with the morning light filtering through vintage stained glass, sat Elijah, Jeremiah, and Barbara—three friends with a penchant for hearty debates over steaming cups of joe. Elijah, always …