He lived a Huck Finn existence, coming and going as he pleased. The rest of the kids in the neighborhood considered him lucky. His parents didn’t nag him or set boundaries. Every time our mothers called us in for church or dinner, we secretly wished we had his life. He was roaming the streets late at night, going home to eat whenever he felt

Forty-six eyes were glued to the presenter. Jaws dropped, and twenty-three first-graders leaned forward, not even aware of the oohs and ahs that escaped their lips. Their teacher breathed deeply, enjoying a rare moment of deep satisfaction. She had finally found something that captured the imagination of every student.  They were in a state of wonder, which would hopefully stir up enough curiosity to

It was a life-saving dance of sorts that unfolded on July 13, 2018, as the pilot of a Chinook helicopter hovered dramatically near the slope of Oregon’s 11,240-foot Mount Hood. With incredible skill the pilot maneuvered the aircraft so that two wheels touched down on the side of the mountain so rescuers could drop a ramp and exit and enter the helicopter as they

-By Susan Bousquet It’s hard to put into words all that happened when I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit in 1976. “What is baptism in the Holy Spirit?” you ask. Well, I can tell you how it happened for me. As far back as I can remember I talked with God and knew He listened. I felt his presence in my life.