Courtney Ball

Archive - November 2014

Shadow of Hope

I wrote this story a few months ago and recently revised it to enter into a “short, short story” contest. The photo is of my daughter and me, taken several years ago in Keystone, CO, but I used it as a prompt for this experimental piece of fiction. Shadow of Hope Before, my heart was his heart, my thoughts his thoughts. I was his...

This Program Will Save Your Church!

The pitch. Friends, let me tell you from experience. If you faithfully implement this proven program in your church, you are guaranteed to see results. Follow the authors’ time-tested principles, and watch your congregation transform into a more active body of disciples working together to grow God’s Kingdom right there in your...

I Never Met a Muslim I Didn’t Like

Photo of Imam Hassan Selim Yeah, okay, so I know they’re out there. We see them every day on the television, these “radical jihadi terrorists” bent on America’s destruction. It’s just that I’ve never met one. I’ve only ever met nice Muslims. Yesterday, I sat down to lunch with Imam* Hassan Selim, a young...

Galaxy Nexus

I am beautiful. Sleek, black, intelligent, and—yes, I’ll say it—sexy. Run your fingers along my curves and planes, my smooth, firm, unblemished skin. Watch my face light up, eager to please. Are you bored, hungry, lonely? Just turn me on and watch me perform. I will show you how to get what you need. Touch me. Use me. Let me take you to...

Our Response to Brokenness

Warning: this article contains profanity and may not be suitable for children. I heard angry yelling coming from the street outside. Up to that point, it had been a relaxing Saturday morning in the summer. I walked out onto my front porch to see what was happening. I live in the city in what could be called a modest middle-class section of town...

What I Learned from Slobbery Shirts

When my oldest daughter was a little girl, she had this super gross habit of chewing on her clothes and hair. I know some of you can relate to this, because I’ve seen other kids do the same thing. You know the signs: ends of sleeves chewed to the point of disintegration, hair crusty with dried slobber, big round wrinkly wet spots on the...

Ten Steps to a Great Sermon

I wrote this for pastors, but I think it could be helpful to other public speakers or writers. I come from a family line of preachers. I married the daughter of a preacher. I’ve heard a lot of sermons in my life, covering the spectrum from awe-inspiring to so-lousy-I’m-angry-at-the-preacher-for-making-me-sit-through-it. If you want to...