Finding Hope in a Broken World
I long for “the good ole’ days” when children could leave the house after breakfast, play all day with neighborhood kids and return home just in time for supper.
I long for “the good ole’ days” when children could leave the house after breakfast, play all day with neighborhood kids and return home just in time for supper.
How often do we take our eyes off the Lord and start sinking in fear? Some things never change.
Turning a corner, I prepared to enter a freeway ramp but was stopped by a red light. Nearby, in a vacant lot, were two homeless people.
You have been “accused” of being a Christian. How would the prosecution prepare their case against you?
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