When I was about 13 years old, I attended a worship service that included a powerful song about the love of God. As the words of the song echoed through the church, I suddenly had the clear realization that God could have chosen to let humanity go and never have tried to redeem them.
Several decades ago at a gathering of Christian believers in Ethiopia, hundreds of believers were challenged to send someone from among them to reach the unreached tribes in their country with the Gospel; tribes where nobody else had been able to go for generations.
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Eric and I were married for ten years before we had children. Just why did we wait so long? The official reason—meaning the answer…
Esther Ahn Kim walked slowly up the hill to the shrine with her students following silently behind her. The…