Our granddaughter, Langley, loves to play peekaboo. She’ll slap her chubby hands over her eyes to signal the start of the game. Then, after we say the requisite “Where’s Langley?” several times over, she retracts her hands excitedly, revealing a huge toothy grin.
Our dog Churchill – the rocket scientist one, not the one lacking everything but a brain stem – also (more…)
I asked Jesus to save me when I was a teenager. Problem was, I then got into the wrong church, made some wrong choices and decided that because I hadn’t gotten my life with Christ right from the get-go, that God would be too disappointed in me to want anything to do with me. So on that pathetic path I stayed (more…)
Lately my heart has been weighed down by stories of incredible pain – stories of unthinkable suffering among people throughout Africa, of a family losing three loved ones in rapid succession while dealing with life-threatening health challenges, of a newly adopted baby given little hope of quality of life or even longterm survival, of a mother and toddler both facing cancer.
Yesterday our church services featured about 25 cardboard testimonies. A cardboard testimony is exactly what it sounds like: People come forward with short testimonies written on cardboard. One side tells the struggle they faced; the flip side tells how God helped them overcome seemingly impossible odds.
The stories were as varied as they were remarkable – stories of addiction, abuse, death, divorce, (more…)