Our lives are held together by a string of deaths and births. We lose things; we gain things. We say hello; we say goodbye. Hope is born; ...

Last week, we welcomed spring with open arms, thrilled to see the grass again. I rejoiced over that warm gray hue on the lake. The ducks see...

Elisabeth Elliot continues to be a faithful companion. Her book, These Strange Ashes , is a collection of stories from her year as a jungle...

Mary was always at your feet. When you came by for a visit and her sister wanted her in the kitchen, she listened to your teaching at your...

I cried in my Hebrew class. It was my first semester at Trinity, almost nine years ago. Dr. Magary was explaining grammar and syntax in th...

Revival meetings were in vogue among the churches in Malaysia during the 1990s. The charismatic movement swept through the land and there wa...

Khesed calls sheep "baa-baa." For some reason, I think of baa-baas whenever I hear the words, "Come to me all who labor and a...