The first time I noticed what lovely handwriting my mother had was on a note she had written to my first grade teacher: “Please excuse Mariane’s absence from school last week. She has been ill with measles.” Mother’s handwriting always appeared unhurried, carefully...
It only twenty minutes. That’s all. Only twenty minutes. But the greatest sermon I ever heard was delivered in a small North Carolina church at the foot of the picturesque Blue Ridge Parkway.The old man was bent over as he walked to the pulpit in the small white frame...
There has to be a reason for this all-consuming pain.There must be something I have done, though I have wracked my brain.What punishment is being dealt that I deserve this plight?Should I accept it from God's hand or should I stand and fight?I've searched and searched...
My sister sat quietly on the crude, worn bench in the sweltering African church listening to her missionary husband inform his congregation that soon he would accompany his 29-year-old wife back to the States.She had been diagnosed with cancer. Examinations by German...