My heroes, warts and all
One thing that seems to be unique to the Bible is how the “heroes of faith”—with the exception of Jesus, of course—were far from perfect men and women. As the saying goes... »
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Achieving greatness
You may not feel great or as if you have hero-like qualities of your own; even the apostle Paul lamented, “I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out... »
Salt of the earth
“You are the salt of the earth.”—Matthew 5:13 As Christians, one of the things we strive for is to be agents of change in the lives of others and ultimately in society. T... »
The winner
I was watching some small children play soccer (football). They were only five or six years old, but they were playing a real and serious game. There were two uniformed t... »
Tribute to a butterfly
Andja was born in 1962 in the former Yugoslavian republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina. When war broke out in the 1990s, Andja’s family fled as refugees to Vojnic, a small t... »
Courage under fire
It could be said that there are many types of heroism. First, the everyday heroic acts that are performed by unsung heroes that step in to save the day in ways that we in... »
My special creation
I remember when I formed you. With great care and special attention I handpicked each talent, each gift, each characteristic, each fiber of your being, until the combinat... »
Help in troubled times
One of the challenging aspects of Christian life is the fact that becoming a follower of Jesus does not make us immune to life’s trials and tribulations. We know that God... »
The bike ride
When I met Jesus, life became like a bike ride. It was a tandem bike; I rode in the front and steered, and Jesus was in the rear seat, helping to pedal. I don't remember... »
Enduring hardship
As Christians, we aren’t exempted from the difficulties of this life, even if some think we should be. If we have the expectation that our faith should shield us from pro... »
Rebuilding a life
My first encounter with Nadia was seven years ago, when a friend brought her to our home at 10 o’clock one night. Her skin was sallow; her eyes sunken and empty; her hair... »
A different kind of security
They’re not coming back! I remember how I felt when it finally hit home. Alone. Afraid. Unsure. For years I had been working on a social service project in an impoverishe... »