
The sound of Easter
My first memories of Easter are from preschool; we learned a sweet song about a funny rabbit to sing for our parents. Later, at Sunday school, when we watched movies abou... »
My first memories of Easter are from preschool; we learned a sweet song about a funny rabbit to sing for our parents. Later, at Sunday school, when we watched movies abou... »
Every week we work with local charities, delivering donations of food and clothing. For a while, among these donations we also received flowers. Not just a few flowers ei... »
A friend and I sat down for lunch in a restaurant. When our waitress came to serve us, we both noticed that she did so with very little joy, as if she was annoyed at havi... »
Love can break down the strongest walls, love can bridge the widest gaps, love can melt the coldest hearts. I have had the privilege of witnessing the power of love in ac... »
When I first began reading the Bible, a word that captured my attention was “lovingkindness.” I felt warm inside when I read passages like the following: “I will betroth... »
The many stories Victor Hugo weaves in Les Misérables are powerful and memorable. My favorite one is about the ex-convict Jean Valjean and a small-town bishop. After bein... »
Receiving the sad news of the death of our friend Willie, and thinking about the times we were able to help this dear man who’d had a tough lot in life, I was reminded ab... »
In every classroom there is a student who is harder to love than the others; the rougher kid, the sullen kid, the disobedient kid, the one that is always out of step with... »
If I could sit down with twenty-three-year-old me, newly married, careening into motherhood, oh, there’s so much I would tell that girl! Young me had a somewhat unrealist... »
Some of the world’s major religions do not believe in or worship a personal God. Instead, He is viewed as a sort of supreme reality or ultimate principle underlying the u... »
Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty,... »
When I was a schoolgirl, I remember hearing a melancholic song that contained the lyrics “Why was I born; why am I living?” At the time, I couldn’t imagine why anyone wou... »
I grew up in a Christian family, but when I was a teenager, feeling overwhelmed over the world’s problems caused me to start doubting my faith. When I was 18, though, my... »