Because Christmas is such a powerful love story, it has captured the attention of the whole world. Although many have twisted the story to be about getting, it is all about giving. A few have truly understood the full import of the story; they recognize it as the unique event in which the Creator became the Savior. On occasion the world will see evidence

“Missy, please open the door so we can talk,” pleaded her mother. “No. I don’t want to talk to anyone ever again,” came the emotionally charged response, accompanied by a shoe thudding against the door, muffled sobs and occasional outburst like: “I hate boys, I’m through with dating, and I am never coming out of my room.”  A couple pints of ice cream and

His blood pressure was spiking, and his mind was racing, as the doctor approached his hospital bed. Eager to face the music, he bypassed the obligatory greetings and blurted out, “It’s bad, isn’t it? I know I’m dying. How long do I have?” To his surprise the doctor answered calmly, almost cheerfully, “You did have a heart attack and we have determined that several

I don’t know about you, but I am a little weary of one-sided and short-sighted comments like, “How could there be a good God when so many bad things happen?” None of us are that simplistic in our philosophy when it comes to everyday logic. We don’t say, “How could there be any good parents with all the teen opioid addiction in the world?”