Proof The Bible Is True

A mind-blowing series that walks you through what the book of Genesis actually has to say about Noah’s Ark.

The Bible is the inspired, infallible Word of God. It is an eyewitness account of history and is accurate in everything it says. It is the authority for Christian life and practice and is a foundation on which believers must build their thinking.

Two weeks until the marathon—and my right leg looked like it had been through a war. I sat in the car, idling in my driveway, unable to stop staring at my swollen, throbbing knee. I winced just trying to flex it. My calf felt tight and sore too. I could barely climb out of the car, how was I in any shape for a 26.2-mile run? Was it time to let my dream go?     Read More: Mysterious Ways: Fueled to the Finish Line – Guideposts

The snow was coming down hard when I pulled into the carport beside our double-wide and took out my groceries. I couldn’t wait to get inside and warm up.   But just as I started for the front door, my arms full, the stray cat I’d found several months earlier jumped down out of nowhere and planted herself on the steps right in front of me. “Move, Kitty, these bags are heavy,” I said. “Scat!” But Kitty refused to budge.   Read More: A Heaven-Sent Watchkitty – Guideposts

My husband, Jerry, drove us to church Sunday morning. I stared out the window of our minivan, looking for a sign. Not a street sign—a sign from heaven.   I’d always believed that when God has a plan for you, he makes it known. But if that was true, all the signs pointed toward something I didn’t want to accept. I couldn’t even bring myself to glance at the backseat. Empty. No car seat. No baby.   Read More: Mysterious Ways: A Blessed Event – Guideposts

The small country cemetery was deserted that breezy fall day. I walked along the pine tree-lined perimeter, lost in thought. After my husband, Wally, died a year earlier, I didn’t know how I’d go on. I read every grief book, tended to the animals on my farm, went to mass three times a week, but I still glanced out the window every evening, expecting to see Wally’s pickup truck coming round the bend. I couldn’t imagine life without him. I certainly couldn’t imagine falling in love again.   Then I met George. I was in a grief counseling group, sitting [More]

“Have you asked God as she did to use you in a Mysterious Way, if not try it.” Admin   I had a busy day ahead—drive 40 minutes to the airport to pick up my youngest sister and my brother-in-law, flying in from Kansas City, and give them a grand tour of the new town my husband and I had moved to in Florida. Before I did anything, though, I picked up my copy of Mysterious Ways. Every morning I sit at the breakfast table with the magazine and read a few stories. It helps me focus on what’s important in [More]

11/06/23   Five dimes were burning a hole in my pocket—the ones I’d saved just for this day. The carnival was in town! Part of the annual Blossom Festival in my hometown of Chagrin Falls, Ohio—brass bands marched down Main Street, the town’s ladies competed for the best jams and pies and the fruit trees dripped pink and white blossoms on the sidewalk. But, for me the best part was the carnival.   Saturday morning I wrapped my fingers around those coins and made my way to the carnival. “Step right up, young man, step right up,” came the call [More]

This series delves into evil with such questions as: Why would a good God allow evil?, The problem of moral evil, How eternity changes the problem of evil, How free agency helps answer the problem of evil and many more.

Many videos dealing with topics on the resurrection of Jesus such as: Did Jesus really die and come back to life?, A key reason skeptics reject the Resurrection, Are there any good reasons to believe the Resurrection actually happened? and many more.

Short videos, usually 15 min. or less, dealing with topics such as: Can we verify the New Testament?, Was the Bible changed over time?, Were the new testament writers biased?, The best way to argue for Christianity and many more.

Short videos, 1 min. or less, answering such questions as: Was the Bible inspired by God?, Why should I be a Christian?, What if I have unanswered questions about God? and many more.  

The cozy two-bedroom apartment seemed to have my daughter’s name written all over it. It felt like home. Sunlight poured in through the large windows, the building was well-maintained, and there was a bus stop right on the corner so her girls could easily get to school. And the landlady, Benita, was so friendly.   “I love it,” Julie whispered to me. “Too bad I’ll never be approved.” Read More: Mysterious Ways: A Place for Julie – Guideposts

The wind gently combing through the rust-colored weeds, calm waves lapping at the hull of my yellow kay­ak. Peaceful, right? Wrong. I didn’t want to spend one more minute on this stinkin’ river out in the middle of nowhere.   I swatted another mos­quito. I was tired of muttering to the empty air, sick of complaining, sick of being alone. Sick of myself.   Ever since my wife, Mary, died, seven years earlier, I’d been search­ing for something I couldn’t quite de­scribe. I’d quit my job as a restaurant manager to hike the Appalachian Trail, more than 2,000 miles. Then I’d [More]

Shrieks of joy, the sounds of happy children, reverberated across Rhode Island’s Napatree Beach. Two little girls playing in the sand. But I was barely aware of any of it. I plodded along, oblivious of the crashing waves at high tide. Late afternoon.   I ran my fingers through my wind-tangled hair, as if to clear my head. I’d come to this isolated spit of land on my sailboat, a place to escape. My wife and I had recently separated, our marriage in shambles. I worried about the toll on our boys, just six and eight.   It seemed like [More]

The other parents in the hospital waiting room were glued to an episode of The Jerry Springer Show blasting from the TV. But I had no interest. All I could think about was my 14-year-old son, David, who was in the middle of open-heart surgery. In fact, a nurse had informed me that, at that very moment, he was undergoing the riskiest part of the procedure.   “Luise!” a voice suddenly boomed.   I looked to my left, then my right. Who was calling me? Most people didn’t even know my maiden name, Luise. Maybe it was the nurse again. She said [More]

October 30, 2012. high tide. Calm offshore winds. Clean six-foot waves. A beautiful morning to surf. I stood on the north jetty at the entrance to Humboldt Bay and gazed out at the ocean. Shore birds flew in formation, almost shimmering in the sunlight.   I loved being out here in nature, in touch with something greater than myself.   There were maybe 20 guys already in the water at Bunkers, where waves break on a sandbar just north of the jetty. I watched them for a while, gauging the temperament of the ocean before zooming in on the perfect [More]

Night driving made me nervous. I usually left it to my husband. Just before my sister’s anniversary party, though, Bob was called away by one of his parishioners. A pastor’s emergency. I couldn’t miss the party, so I took our 18-month-old granddaughter, whom we were babysitting, and went without him.   I’ll just make sure to leave while it’s still light out, I thought. But I lost track of time showing the baby off to everyone. Before I knew it, it was nine o’clock. I said goodbye, buckled my sleepy granddaughter into her car seat and took off.   Willeo Road is notorious here for [More]

Many years have passed, but I’ll never forget that day in 1976, when I pulled two ivory envelopes from my mailbox. One, the phone bill. The other, a letter from my old friend Buz, who was due to visit me and my husband Clint the following week. Bad news first, I thought, walking into the house.   I tore the phone bill open. The amount made me cringe. $138.37–about $600 in today’s dollars. Back then, we simply couldn’t afford that.   Read More: Miracle in the Mailbox – Guideposts

The ivory face of the gold watch stared up at me from my dresser. A vintage Omega Seamaster, the bracelet scratched and crystal scuffed with age. My grandparents had given it to Dad back in the sixties, before he joined the Navy.   I’d never seen him without it on his wrist, until the day the mainspring seized up and it stopped ticking. He never got around to repairing it. I wished he could see me wearing it tomorrow on my wedding day. But like the watch, he’d run out of time.   Buttoning up my shirt sleeves for the [More]

In the movie The Wizard of Oz, a twister comes and picks up Dorothy’s Kansas farmhouse, transporting her somewhere over the rainbow. She lands safe and unharmed; the wicked witch wasn’t so lucky.   As we’ve seen time and time again, however, this fantasy ignores the truth about the devastating impact of tornadoes. They leave a trail of wanton destruction wherever they go. Homes and towns are reduced to rubble, lives are lost.   The Ashworth family of Bertram, Texas, seemed to be the latest casualty of one of these terrifying forces of nature. Last week, their small town, 45 [More]

I turned the corner onto our street and braced myself. I had to talk rebuilding plans with our contractor, but just the thought of seeing that empty lot–where my family’s house had burned to the ground seven months earlier–made me feel sick.   That night still haunted me. Waking up to the blaring of smoke alarms. Bolting out of bed with my husband, Keith, and grabbing our two young daughters from their rooms. Huddling outside in our pajamas, shivering, before seeking refuge with a neighbor.   We lost everything but the clothes on our backs and a jumble of items [More]

“Move it, lady!” an angry man shouted from his pickup truck, swerving to narrowly avoid a collision with my car. “You’re gonna get someone killed!” yelled another driver, racing by. I jiggled my keys in the ignition again. Come on old girl, you can start, I thought.  Just give me enough to get to the shoulder. The engine revved, then seized and died. Kaput.   Why did my little sedan have to break down here? In the middle lane of rush hour traffic on Durango Drive, a busy road in Las Vegas. There was a gas station at the intersection up ahead, but I [More]

11/01/23 “Sometimes a small act of generosity can reap unexpected benefits.” Admin It all started with a Cronut–the doughnut-crossed-with-a-croissant delicacy that’s taken New York by storm. Ever since it debuted last year at the Dominique Ansel Bakery, I’ve wanted one. But quantities are limited. You have to get to the bakery very early in the morning, and even then, the line wraps around the block. Two months ago, though, my sister’s boyfriend, Jeff, managed to get his hands on a few. He offered to give me a precious Cronut, but I’d have to walk to his office, 20 minutes away to pick [More]

Wayne George knows he had a close call, but says his survival had nothing to do with luck.   On Tuesday, George and his wife had spent the afternoon watching their granddaughter’s swim meet. Afterwards, he dropped off his wife at their home and he went out to run a quick errand.   He made it to Jefferson Road, less than a mile from his home, “I see a tree falling, a huge tree falling off to my right and it’s in a wooded area. I realize I can’t avoid it,” explains George.   Read More: Man thankful to be [More]

11/01/23   An interview with Christian evangelist Ray Comfort has been posted online by CBN News in which he describes how the demons possessing a young woman “screamed like you wouldn’t believe.”   It happened as he was destroying a “trinket” that the woman had, which he perceived as tied to the occult. The interview:   Watch: Top evangelist: ‘The demons in her screamed like you wouldn’t believe’

https://renner.org Is there a certain type of wrong thinking that you can’t seem to shake? Is it linked to a bad habit or hang-up that you subconsciously seem to gravitate toward? It may be that you are dealing with a mental stronghold. In this dynamic five-part series, Rick meticulously dissects what a stronghold is and expounds on seven spiritual weapons you’ve been given to demolish them. You’ll also discover the difference between logical and illogical strongholds; what it means to cast down imaginations and bring every thought into captivity; and how to help others break free from strongholds that are [More]