Being raised in a Christian home with sweet parents who chastised the hurting of feelings ...

It’s unbelievable that twenty years have passed since that horrible day that will forever live ...

I’m sure I’m dating myself with the image of soda pop bottles that I well ...

Again and again I write of missing my comrades in faith that have yet to ...

I’ve spoken of it on many other occasions: the fact that my upbringing causes me ...

On my radar of hopes, prayers and desires for the past five or six years ...

Paul, a servant of Jesus Christ, called to be an apostle, separated unto the gospel ...

I have no qualms with the Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus or any other fictitious ...

Last night I sang at a sparsely attended revival at Eagle Ranch, on the West ...

Everywhere I turn there seems to be a stamp of approval on sin. It matters ...