Category Archives: 1 John

Bobby grew up in a dysfunctional home. He saw things take place in his home while he was growing up that no child should ever see. Because of the decisions of his parents, chaos filled every corner of the home … Continue reading →

His peers knew him as a man of God. Some even referred to him as, “A man after God’s own heart.” They had seen him in action, under stress and duress, and his character and integrity had reflected the heart … Continue reading →

There is nothing worse than not knowing. It doesn’t matter what the lack of certainty pertains to…there is nothing worse than not knowing. There is always a tension filled question mark hanging over the head of the husband or wife … Continue reading →

Walter Gowans knew that God was calling him from his homeland to share the gospel in the Sudan. He traveled there to work among the people of the region because he knew that was God’s plan for his life. God … Continue reading →

It was Tuesday, June 6th, 1944: What is known as “D-day” when the initial assault wave hit the shore at Omaha Beach. The men stormed the beach at 6:30 am and immediately lives began to be lost for the sake … Continue reading →

I first heard the report on the radio as I was driving to work this week – Jane Fonda had given her life to Christ. The woman who has recently gone through a divorce to Ted Turner, sold more exercise … Continue reading →

Reverend Bible was a fourth generation preacher. He was his father’s son. He was a chip off the old block. While he was growing up he watched his father mount the pulpit week after week at First Church and offer … Continue reading →

“Pray that my love will be without limits.” –Saint Maximilian Kolbe in his last letter to his mother. Father Maximilian Kolbe was forty-five years old in the early autumn of 1939 when the Nazis invaded his homeland. He was a … Continue reading →

The last rain soaked, numbed-out fan sloshed out of Max Yasgur’s muddy pasture more than 30 years ago. That was the day the Woodstock Music and Art Festival came to a close. What was billed as “three days of peace … Continue reading →

The last rain soaked, numbed-out fan sloshed out of Max Yasgur’s muddy pasture more than 30 years ago. That was the day the Woodstock Music and Art Festival came to a close. What was billed as “three days of peace … Continue reading →