Proof The Bible Is True

04/25/23   The Bible possesses the attributes of divine inspiration with sufficient internal evidence to establish its divine origin. Hence, when it relates a historical incident that occurred thousands of years ago, one would naturally expect that such an incident might well be noted in other historical accounts from antiquity.   Read More: Babel: More Historical Confirmation of the Bible – Apologetics Press

?? Lisa McGrath is an ordinary high school student until her spiritual rebirth gives her the ability to see angels and demons. Lisa is given this gift to rid her rural hometown of the demons that have overtaken it, but how can a 17-year-old girl stop these monsters that have lingered for thousands of years? With the help of a mysterious and handsome teenage boy, Lisa finds romance and danger as she fights alongside angels to rid her hometown of demons. Things do not always go as planned. Lisa is captured by demons and is destined for human sacrifice. Helpless, [More]

Hear expert testimony from leading evolutionary scientists from some of the world’s top universities: • Peter Nonacs, Professor, Ecology and Evolutionary Biology, UCLA • Craig Stanford, Professor, Biological Sciences and Anthropology, USC • PZ Myers, Associate Professor, Biology, University of Minnesota Morris • Gail E. Kennedy, Associate Professor, Anthropology, UCLA A study of the evidence of vestigial organs, natural selection, the fifth digit, the relevance of the stickleback, Darwin’s finches and Lenski’s bacteria—all under the microscope of the Scientific Method—observable evidence from the minds of experts. Prepare to have your faith shaken.

https://renner.org If you will listen carefully and really apply the truths you learn in this series, it is likely that if youve been sick, you will find yourself getting physically well — either immediately or over a period of time. There is an answer for you. The very answer you seek just might be discovered in this remarkable series!

Christian evangelist Ray Comfort brings up the topic of Christmas with several people as a starting point to sharing the gospel with them. However, one woman says she doesn’t celebrate Christmas, and further said she doesn’t celebrate any holidays. Once she said this, Ray instantly knew why, and it’s for a very unfortunate reason… she’s a Jehovah’s Witness.

Spring had arrived, time for my family’s annual vacation, a week on the Chesapeake Bay property we owned 40 miles from Washington, D.C.. It was nothing fancy, just two double-wide trailer homes that were in constant need of repair. But we always had great fun, fishing, crabbing, water skiing, just lolling around. This year though, I worried. We really couldn’t afford it.   Money at home was tight. Had been tight since February, when I was laid off from my job as regional sales manager for an electrical construction company. My wife, Beth, and I have two daughters in college [More]

Ruben Salazar lived in Waco, Texas. Rachel Salazar lived in Bangkok, Thailand. They weren’t related, had no friends in common, and with thousands of miles between them, had no occasion to ever meet. Each didn’t know the other existed.   Until Ruben received an email one day.   It clearly wasn’t meant for him, referring to a biodiversity awareness campaign on the other side of the world. But instead of hitting delete, Ruben scrolled through and discovered the intended recipient’s name and email—the address only slightly different from his own. He forwarded the message to the correct address, with a [More]

I grabbed a stack of envelopes off my desk and stood at the front of my classroom.   It was a perfect May day and I’d planned a fun activity for my sophomore English students—one that would get them engaged and excited. At least I hoped it would.   I had become a teacher to inspire kids, to help them reach their full potential. But I’d been at the high school here in Darien, Georgia, for three years now and no matter what I did, I didn’t feel like I was getting through to my students. Was I making any [More]

It was the day of my family’s big move, from New Wilmington, Pennsylvania a hundred miles south to Stahlstown. My wife, kids and dog went ahead in our car while I drove the rental truck full of our belongings. Driving down the Pennsylvania Turnpike, I got a bit nostalgic. Stahlstown was just a skip away from where I grew up, Charleroi.   My great uncle had been a prominent figure in Charleroi, owner of the Fox Grocery Company, a food wholesaler. Every summer, the company hosted a big picnic at Deems Park for employees and their families—with all the food, [More]

https://renner.org Do you know how to partner with the Holy Spirit and work with God? Do you know what to do to make the Holy Spirit feel comfortable in your heart — and how to throw open the door for Him to do powerful work in your life? Dive into this valuable teaching that will help you establish the Holy Spirit as the premier Resident of your heart and the greatest Partner you can ever have!

https://renner.org Rick Renner says, “Years ago, there was a period of time when I was sick over and over again, and I asked God, ‘Why am I getting sick when Jesus purchased my healing on the cross?’ The answer I heard from God changed my life and helped me get healthy again.” By applying these important truths found in God’s Word, you can activate God’s healing power in your life.

https://renner.org What does the Bible really mean when it says God will “open the window of Heaven” over the lives of those who are givers? And how do you know if the window of God is closed or open over your life? Rick Renner says, “Years ago, I didn’t understand how vital it was that I sowed into the Kingdom of God, and as a result, Denise and I lived sad financial lives. But a day came when the Holy Spirit showed me the powerful results that take place when you become a regular giver. The day Denise and I [More]

Spring cleaning doesn’t have to happen in the spring.   That’s what I told myself as I looked around my workroom one chilly afternoon. It was looking pretty cluttered. My desk was covered with papers and bits of my many craft projects: yarn, crochet needles, straw, fabric, thread. It needed tidying up, but I could think of a dozen other things I’d rather spend the day doing. It can wait, I told myself.   But as I turned to go, I spotted something on the floor. I looked closer: mice. The evidence was unmistakable. The Dominican Monastery where I live is [More]

The wet breeze from the hotel window where I was staying on a business trip in Copenhagen, Denmark, felt good. I’d opened that window for a reason, and I knew what it was. After two years of sobriety, I was in the middle of a terrible relapse.   Death, I reasoned, would be the ultimate hard stop. It would end all remorse, all regrets, all guilt, all feelings. It would just be over and whatever I left behind would be for the living to deal with. Not me. And whatever the consequences, they certainly seemed preferable to my continued existence. [More]

My boyfriend Wayne and I, along with my older sisters, Sherry and Deb, were headed up I-275 from our home in St. Petersburg, Florida, to the small town of Hudson that July morning.   It was only an hour’s drive and I should’ve been counting down the minutes until we arrived. This was the moment I’d prayed for, reuniting with my little sister, Missy, after 30 years.   On my lap I held photos of us—celebrating her eighth birthday, eating pizza with everything on it, me pushing her in her wheelchair. Sherry held her old teddy bear. My stomach was [More]

Back in the mid-1990s, after my husband, Jack, retired, I decided to start a small business. I picked wildflowers and sold them to local florists in neighboring towns.   We lived in a rambling, two-story wood frame house, surrounded by farmland, about five miles from Merrill, Iowa, then our home. Almost everything I picked came from nearby. The cattails came from creek land about a quarter-mile away. I scooped fallen buckeyes by the thousands that dropped from trees in a nearby park. The yarrow came from my neighbors’ pastures. I found the mare’s tails in a swampy field about 10 [More]

“When we do something nice for someone else it opens the door for God to do something nice for us.” Admin   I love everything about making Easter dinner except the Saturday shopping. That day, the supermarket can be as crowded as a department store at Christmas. And this Easter, on top of my regular checklist, I had to buy the ingredients for a delicious new recipe I’d discovered: sliced ham and turkey layered with Swiss cheese and spinach, all wrapped in pastry dough.   Trouble was, my work schedule had left me no time to shop earlier in the week. I’ll get [More]

Just because I hadn’t met the right man yet didn’t mean I had to give up on love. God, I prayed one night in bed, I know you have someone special set aside for me. Can you give me a clue about who he might be?   I closed my eyes and saw the image of a man. I tried, but couldn’t make out his features. The mere vision of him made me feel incredible love. I knew I was catching a glimpse of my soul mate.   Read More: The Soul Mate Chili Test – Guideposts

All day at work I watched faces light up as bouquets were delivered, boxes of chocolates opened, cards read. Everyone in the office seemed to get something special. Everyone but me.   Not once in 40 years of marriage had my husband forgotten Valentine’s Day. Gilbert always brought me roses and chocolates. But eight months earlier he’d died suddenly of a brain aneurysm. Losing him was a complete shock. Gil­bert never got sick. We’d recently retired and were looking forward to spending our golden years together traveling, seeing our kids and grandkids.   Read More: Roses of Hope for Miss [More]

Home sweet home. Almost. I’d been on a week-long business trip escorting a group of travel writers around northern Michigan, and the return trip was exhausting. I flew from Traverse City, Michigan, to Detroit and on to Atlanta. Now, I had an hour’s drive more to my house.   Luggage in tow, I headed toward the long-term lot where I’d parked my car at the Atlanta airport. I was beat. All I wanted was to climb into my car, drive home and climb into bed.   I reached into my purse for my travel notepad—the one I always take along [More]

Normally, I loved birthdays. When my son and three daughters were little, my husband, Charles, and I always made sure to have dinner, followed by a big cake and presents. Later, when the kids were grown and living in different states, they always called to wish me a happy birthday. But this year I could have skipped the whole day, knowing there was one call I wouldn’t be receiving, from my daughter Patty. She’d passed away unexpectedly just a month before. I was devastated. The one small comfort I had was a voicemail that she’d left on my cell phone [More]

I was up to my elbows in chocolate! My goddaughter, Shari, owns The Berry Factory in Sacramento, California, and her mother, Joan, and I were helping with the Valentine’s Day rush of 2010. We’d dipped hundreds of berries, arranged gift baskets and packaged orders to be shipped around the country.   By the end of the day Joan and I were exhausted. Shari didn’t seem fazed. That’s typical Shari. Even when things were hectic I’d seen her give away berries to everybody—parking attendants, mail carriers, hairdressers. “For me?” they’d say, bursting into a smile.  As a thank you, Shari took us out [More]

I lay in bed one sleepless night tossing and turning. For months now I’d been trying to figure out how to pay off a personal loan of three thousand dollars. The only thing I could come up with was selling my ’98 Volvo station wagon since I no longer needed it. But I hadn’t had any luck with a buyer.   Now here it was past midnight and I knew I wasn’t going to sleep a wink, what with worrying. Lord, I begged, please help. I need to sell my car. But even prayer didn’t give me peace.   Read More: Mysterious [More]

https://renner.org When you begin to take steps to make your dream a reality, God will place other people in your life to assist you. You need to know as you pursue your dream that you’ll encounter dream thieves that will try to steal the dream from your heart. And in this ten-part series, Dream Thieves, Rick will show you how to identify these dream thieves and how to overcome each of them.

I was traveling home for the holidays, from Sacramento to Fort Smith, Arkansas, by bus, taking my two young boys to see their beloved granddad. Sounds like the makings of a Hallmark story, right? It was anything but.   Truth is, I was broke. Flat broke. Dad had wired me $700—enough for three bus fares and food for my kids and me for the four-day trip to his house. I was afraid to tell him just how bad off I really was, that I wanted to move back in with him for a few months until I could save some [More]

I sat by my wife’s bed in the Duke University Medical Center ICU, staring intently at Becky’s closed eyelids for the slightest sign of movement.   “Can you hear me?” I asked, squeezing her feverish arm. “Our baby is out of the hospital. Olivia went home with your sister on Christmas Day. The doctor says she’s fine now. The boys are doing well too. They’re with your family. We’ll go home and all be together again…soon…”   I looked at the blown-up pictures of our daughter, now two weeks old, that I had just about wallpapered the hospital room with. [More]

There are a lot of lessons a young surgeon learns. One of the biggest to come my way happened outside the operating room in the dead of winter many years ago.   Back then I was practicing at a small hospital in Manchester, Iowa, about 19 miles west of my home in Dyersville. An easy half-hour drive on a two-lane country road. Easy in good weather, that is. I had a hernia surgery scheduled at 7:30 one morning. The patient was a young boy. The surgery didn’t worry me so much, but the weather did. I looked out my window [More]