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Hope and the tree of life

Hope and the tree of life

Elsa S.

He's a tall, tanned, lanky fellow in his mid-sixties—older than most of the other vendors at the fruit and vegetable market. He invariably greets his customers with a rad... »

Dear Bill

Dear Bill

Iris Richard

Bill and I are old friends. When we met up for coffee recently, he told me about his difficulties. His wife has developed a chronic condition which has left her bedridden... »

The world’s best picture

The world’s best picture

Marie Boisjoly

The other night I watched a fascinating documentary about the famous fresco The Resurrection, by Piero della Francesca, painted around 1463 in Tuscany, Italy. Jesus is in... »

Beyond wishful thinking

Beyond wishful thinking

Sukanya Kumar-Sinha

I was eight years old when I lost my grandfather at the age of 65. My family is very close knit and this was a big blow to all of us. I remember kissing Nanu’s cold cheek... »

Discovering faith

Discovering faith

Rosane Pereira

I grew up in a Christian family, but at 13 I declared that I was an atheist. When I was 18, I left my hometown of Rio de Janeiro with a backpack and set off to see the wo... »

The jasmine bush

The jasmine bush

G. L. Ellens

My brother’s death hit me hard, perhaps because it was so unexpected. John died of a heart attack at only 51. Until then, he had seemed strong, healthy, and in the prime... »

Passion rekindled

Passion rekindled

Anna Perlini

I don't remember the first time we met; he just always seemed to be around when I was growing up. My parents made a point of inviting him to join us on summer vacations a... »

A man among men

A man among men

Nyx Martinez

It looked like a small settlement—rows of matching buildings on one side and neat vegetable gardens on the other. In the distance was a basketball court. Further yet, a v... »

God never lets go

God never lets go

Janet Kluck

Quite a few years ago, when I had barely begun my journey as a volunteer missionary, I was faced with a big decision. I was fretting and fearful and ended up struggling f... »

Postcard from Verona

Postcard from Verona

Anna Perlini

I was born in the hometown of Romeo and Juliet. Every day on my way to school, I used to walk past the famous balcony where Shakespeare has the pair exchange passionate v... »

My little girl

My little girl

Beth Jordan

As many first-time mothers can probably relate to, nothing holds my interest like observing my little girl. Her facial expressions, the excitement in her eyes, her curios... »

That first bite

That first bite

Joyce Suttin

I took a bite of omelet and silently thanked God for it. I was hungry and it tasted exceptionally delicious. I really appreciated the subtle flavors and melted cheese, an... »

Slaying the giants

Slaying the giants

Tina Miles

Starting a new year is a bit like starting a new project. For some time now, I have been working steadily toward a dream of mine: creating a business that gives me the op... »