Contributed by Matthew Redder on Jun 8, 2018
As a young Father I remember being frequently awakened in the middle of the night by my son. I would open my eyes to see him standing next to my bed, staring at me. It was startling and honestly, a little bit creepy. I would ask him what he needed and it was always something like, "I had a bad
Contributed by Jack Kale on Apr 6, 2016
Easter Eggs and the Bloodhound in Your Soul
The rain forced us inside for our annual family Easter egg hunt, but we had a blast anyway. The kids started by hiding 120 eggs in the kitchen and den while the adults played cards in the dining room. Gangee, Pap-Pap, Uncle Paul, Aunt Kathryn, my
Contributed by Phillip Parkin on Nov 24, 2012
A little boy told his father, "I want a new bike". The father said, "In this house we pray and ask God for the things we want and need". That night the little boy prayed, " Dear God, I need a new bike". The next morning the little boy woke up and ran to the garage but there was no bike. The little
DID YOU ASK?
There is an old story about how the University of Chicago received a million-dollar grant from the heiress of a major department store. She had been a student at Northwest. So, administrators of Northwest went to visit her and asked why she had not made such a gift to her alma
Contributed by Jeff Simms on Sep 27, 2004
Kathy Bates was in the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes”, but is probably best remembered for her role as an obsessed fan in Misery that won her an Oscar.
In Misery Bates plays a nurse who encounters her favorite author at an accident scene in a remote location in Colorado during a fierce snowstorm.
Contributed by Todd Schäve on Nov 6, 2001
Assertive prayer is expressing to the Lord our
feelings and thoughts, with all due respect and
humility, and making our requests known to the Lord,
and leaving the results up to him.
Jesus alludes to assertive prayer, when he said, "Ask
and it will be given to you; seek
Contributed by Brian Mavis on Oct 30, 2000
Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of John Hopkins in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic.
One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man.