The Grains of an Ingrained NatureI was scrambling to make my exit to church, arms loaded, when my Bible hit the stairs with a thud. “Sorry, YiaYia,” I uttered aloud. This...
Persisting in Prayer—The Saga ContinuesA tree that stood in my backyard seemed fine to the naked eye. But it was faulty . . . weak . . . vulnerable. It was plagued on the...
Who’s the real enemy here?His final Passover came much too quickly. It was over even more quickly. Not being one to delay, He knew the time had come. All had been...
Artistry of the MasterI examined the artist’s drawing closely—studying the different techniques used. One intricate detail intrigued my imagination. I was held...
The Word ReflectedSometimes a passage of Scripture acts as a mirror. And the glaring image reflecting back is a most familiar image of something I've seen...