For Kids
You are about to walk through stories that really happened. Real kids. Real heroes. A real God who showed up every time. Pick a door. Step inside. The whole story is yours.
Every story connects to every other story. The same Stranger walks through all of them. This is how big it gets.
Every book is a whole world. Pick one and step through.
David
A shepherd boy. Five smooth stones. A giant.
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Miriam
A baby in a basket. A sea that split in two.
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Adam
The first morning of the whole world.
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Rahab
A scarlet cord. Walls about to fall.
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Benaiah
A pit. A lion. A snowy day.
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Zechariah
An old priest. A silent prayer. An angel.
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These are the actual first lines of each book. Pick a hero. See if you can stop.
The wind hadn’t stopped blowing for five days. This wasn’t unusual, but it did make staying warm at night hard. Summer had arrived in Bethlehem, and the days were hot. But the nights were bitter cold.
Twelve-year-old David retrieved a log and added it to the fire. Pulling his woolen cloak tight, he sat, leaning against an olive tree. Most shepherds complained about the lonely days and nights with only their sheep for company. But David lived for these moments.
It was in these moments, out in nature, where he could most clearly hear the voice of his Maker—it was almost as if he had his own audience with God.
Keep Reading in David’s World →An adaptation of 1 Samuel 16–17, Psalm 18, Psalm 23
Miriam looked at the terrified faces of her countrymen. A vast expanse of nearly two million people stretched for miles. Every Hebrew man, woman, and child on the planet was gathered in this place, at the edge of the Red Sea. And almost every one of them believed all was lost.
Outside of a mammoth miracle, every Hebrew would die today.
Keep Reading in Miriam’s World →An adaptation of Exodus 2, 14 & 15
A lump of red earthen clay was placed upon a blanket of lush emerald-green grass. The Sculptor kneeled over it, working with a master’s skill, carving and shaving the clay, molding it into the perfect shape. The Sculptor’s Son stood behind His Father, mesmerized by the scene.
“This is different from the others,” the Son gasped.
“It is,” the Father laughed happily as His hands continued to mold and shape the clay.
“This changes everything,” the Son was breathless at the thought.
Keep Reading in Adam’s World →An adaptation of Genesis 1 & 2
Fourteen-year-old Rahab woke to her mother coughing.
Not a polite cough. Not the kind you could blame on smoke from the hearth and ignore. This cough clawed its way out of her mother’s chest like it was pulling something loose inside her.
Their home, which doubled as an inn, was built into Jericho’s wall.
Keep Reading in Rahab’s World →An adaptation of Joshua 2 & 6
A mammoth spear sliced through the air, a deadly blur hurtling toward Benaiah’s chest. His heart thundered in his ears, drowning out the world. In the blink of an eye, he cleared his mind as his grandfather had taught him.
Time seemed to slow, as Benaiah’s eyes locked onto the fast-approaching spearhead, mere inches from stabbing him. With a dancer’s grace, he twisted his body sideways.
He had cheated death, for now.
Keep Reading in Benaiah’s World →An adaptation of 2 Samuel 23 & 1 Chronicles 11
The poor widow never saw the hand coming.
Zachariah did. He had been watching.
She was small and bent with age, clutching two thin coins she had saved for the Temple treasury as she shuffled toward the gate. Pilgrims streamed past her on both sides. Doves fluttered overhead. The sun hammered the white stone of Jerusalem so hard it nearly hurt to look.
And Rome stood at the entrance.
Keep Reading in Zechariah’s World →An adaptation of Luke 1:5–25 and 1:57–80
Brave like Benaiah? A listener like David? A protector like Miriam? Answer six questions and find out whose story matches yours.
One person shows up in every single book. Scars on his hands. Kindness in his eyes. He has been walking through these stories for thousands of years. Tap a card and start the search.
Every kid you are about to read about? They were ordinary. Just like you. None of them woke up one morning feeling like a hero. God called them by name, and so they became one. He calls you the same way.
You are known. By name. Right now. Just as you are.
You are loved before you have done one thing. Belonging comes first.
You are brave, even when you don't feel brave. Especially then.
You are sent. The same God who used them is using you.
Click any gold pin. Watch the world breathe. Find the Stranger. Walk from Adam in the garden to John on Patmos.
If a story changed something in you, the best thing you can do is pass it on. Share a book. Share a clip. Share the map. The story keeps moving when you keep moving with it.