A bruised reed He will not break, and a dimly burning wick He will not quench; He will bring forth justice in truth. He will not fail or...

It all started when a young girl at our pastor’s house cried out, “Come and see” in her sleep. The next morning, she didn’t remember...

Spring’s temperamental and often cantankerous weather never frightened me in my childhood years. Probably because our house was the...