Proof The Bible Is True

I browsed the garage sale, hunting for my usual treasures—postcards, rocks and travel books. But what caught my eye wasn’t something I’d ever collected: two pulpit-sized Bibles.   They were remarkable: 130 years old, in mint condition with opulent, bronze-embellished covers. One was written in English, the other in German.   I flipped through their large full-color pages. In the German Bible there was a family history. It seemed sad that cherished information had been left behind. I bought both Bibles, even though I didn’t speak a word of German.   Years later, my wife, Mary, and I downsized. I [More]

Peach-picking was a tradition for my dad and me. We drove to the orchard all the time, especially during the summer months. We never tired of walking the rows of lush trees and filling our woven baskets with the juiciest peaches we could get our hands on.   One day it was very hot and the air was very still. My basket was almost full. As I reached for a peach a wave of dizziness washed over me. I felt flushed. “I’m going to get the jug from the car,” I told my dad. “I need a sip of water.” [More]

We all struggled when my husband died, but my youngest daughter, Jill, simply couldn’t bring herself to talk about it. My prayers were for God to bring her comfort.   One evening after visiting with her children, she got in the car to leave and began crying.   Read More: Till We Meet Again: Angel by Her Side – Guideposts

The only place I’d seen military aircrafts, tanks or jungles in my small hometown of Oelwein, Iowa, was at the local movie theater. Iowa was more a place for ice cream vendors in the summer, hay rides in the fall and Salvation Army bell-ringers at Christmas.   But as I headed over to the mess hut for my morning coffee that day in 1945, I barely noticed the jungle. My months in Burma airlifting supplies through China to the other Allied forces had gotten me used to airplanes and tropical birds. But still I missed the little things. Like a [More]

Mother wasn’t well enough to handle a trip to California from her home in Austria. So my husband and I brought her new granddaughter to see her. “We’re hoping to give her a brother some day,” I told Mother as she rocked our daughter in her arms.   “I’ll start praying for a boy at once!” Mother said. “After I pass, I’ll ask the Lord to let me fly over your house and take a look at him.”   Read More: A Grandma’s Loving Light – Guideposts

As a child in the 1950s, my mom was fascinated with the Sisters of the Poor Clares who lived in the area. At Christmastime my Grandma Mimi gave her two crisp dollar bills to buy presents for them. The tradition continued after Mom grew up. In fact, after I was grown, Grandma Mimi still gave Mom two dollars for the sisters.   While I was visiting one fall, my grandmother grabbed my hand. “Don’t let me forget to give your mother two dollars for the nuns.” Just days later Grandma Mimi passed away.   Read More: Grandma’s Parting Gift – [More]

The lawn was long overdue for a trim. Better get it done before it rains again, I told myself. I plugged my earbuds into my mp3 player. The tractor mower engine could get pretty loud. Those earbuds really helped me to block out the noise.   I got in one ride up and down the lawn when a huge gust of wind kicked up. I watched as it sent a curtain of maple tree seedling pods twirling down around me like an army of tiny angels. When the last one hit the ground I turned back to the grass.   Read More: [More]

I could barely make out the keyhole in my front door through my tears as I fumbled with my keys.   What am I going to do? I thought.   I’d just been terminated, along with all of my coworkers. The family-owned car dealership where I worked was shutting down for good. In an instant, we’d all lost our jobs. Now I had to face the future alone.   It was times like this I missed my husband most. Together we could beat anything, but Warren had been dead for 16 years. I still miss you, I thought. Warren, I wish you [More]

Spring was never going to come. That’s what it felt like when I looked out the window of my new house at another gray and gloomy morning. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the sun.   Rain pattered the windows as I made breakfast. My children finished eating and went back upstairs. I grabbed an umbrella and stepped out to look for signs of life in the garden. But the ground was soggy and cold. Not a bud anywhere, and they were way past due. It’s not a garden with no flowers, I thought. That about summed up my life [More]

John was a teenager in the ‘70s, raised in a very religious family.  But he was more interested in hot cars and pretty girls. “My faith was very superficial,” he says, “consisting mostly of a strict adherence to the rules except when my parents weren’t looking.”   Shortly after getting his driver’s license, John landed a well-paying job at a local grocery store chain.  Soon he talked his dad into letting him buy a motorcycle.  “Now, my independence was complete,” John explains.  “I earned my own money.  I was buying my own vehicle.  I felt like an adult.”  (And at [More]

One of my favorite episodes in Scripture has Jesus telling his followers that the more they give, the more they will receive.  It cannot be otherwise, he explains, because God will never be outdone in generosity.  The concept of tithing is explained in a different part of Scripture. It’s the idea that the first fruits—perhaps 10 percent of one’s earnings—should be given to God as an act of faith. (The actual money can be given to charity or church.)   It sounds simple, but putting it into practice is very difficult.  We all have reasons for not giving money away, [More]

My least favorite thing in the world? Flying.   Before every trip I took I considered staying home just to avoid the misery it caused me. Yet here I was in an airport with my husband, Paul, waiting to board our connecting flight back home to Raleigh. The first leg of our journey had been so turbulent I’d even suggested we rent a car instead.   An airline attendant made an announcement from the check-in desk: Our plane had mechanical difficulties. “Oh, no,” I moaned. Just the thing to weaken my confidence. If a plane had technical problems I didn’t [More]

Skiing was all I had on my mind.   There was nothing I liked more than grabbing my cross-country skis on a sunny winter day and leaving everything else behind. I drove out to the local nature preserve. There was real freedom in being out there alone, just me, the snow and the sky.   The day was so beautiful, I stayed out way later than I should’ve. How can I go back to my day-to-day life when I’ve got all of this? I thought as I whizzed down a small slope. The sky darkened and the wind picked up. Better get home [More]

It was the 16th of February, 1985, on a cold, dark Saturday in Red Bank, New Jersey, and I was determined to die having a good time.   I had nothing to live for. Just a thankless job as a gunnery sergeant in the Marine Corps. I was going to go to every bar I could find and drink myself into a stupor. Then, defiant in the face of my misery, I’d tell the world that I just didn’t care anymore, and hopefully end my life for good.   This is fitting, I thought as I swung a leg over [More]

Eleanore had warned me about going out alone to grain the horses.   My wife knew I wasn’t as steady on my feet as I used to be. But I had a lot of errands to run that day. Best to take care of the horses early. The stables were on the farm my sister-in-law managed, several miles away.   I parked by the barn and grabbed my cane. I could see the horses scattered about, some near the tack shed, the rest down by the tree line at the end of the property. I scanned the pasture for my [More]

Up here on the Northern Peninsula of Newfoundland February blizzards come up right quick, and when they do, watch out!   Snow blows in heaps from the northeast, pack ice piles up and you can’t see five feet in front of you. A man can lose his way just walking to a neighbor’s house. It’s weather you don’t want to get lost in.   I should know. I had my own brush with a blizzard when I was just 25. It happened on a chilly February Saturday here in Raleigh, where I’ve lived all my life.   Read More: Snow [More]

As a budding amateur genealogist in the 1950s, I collected all the family heirlooms and records I could find—including an early ninetieth-century scrapbook.   It was so delicate I decided to photograph every page. That way I could study the pictures and preserve the book’s contents.   But on the day I meant to take the film to the developer, I couldn’t find the roll for the life of me. I sank into a chair. Lord, I prayed, all that work for nothing. If you could help me find that roll of film, I’d be forever grateful.   Read More: Retouched by an [More]

Executive summary The data I’ve been able to collect is consistent with the hypothesis that the more boosters you get, the worse the outcome.   Even the Moderna data was consistent with that. Introduction I did a survey of hospitals on January 12, 2023 and got 101 responses.   Only one hospital, The Wayne Center (nursing home) Wayne PA, did they think the booster made things slightly better. In 10 places, it made NO DIFFERENCE. Everywhere else, the reporters believed it made things worse.   In 71 places, they believed it made things MUCH WORSE.   Read More: They forgot to tell you: the new [More]

Dreams were not something I usually remembered in the morning, but recently I’d started having vivid ones about my son. One Saturday morning I woke from yet another, rubbing my eyes in confusion. What did the dreams mean?   It wasn’t surprising that my son Chad would be on my mind. He had recently undergone brain surgery to remove a tumor. Doctors were optimistic, but a mother can’t help but worry. Chad was married, with two beautiful children. They needed him. We all needed him.   The strange thing was, Chad wasn’t the son I was dreaming about. I was [More]

“Think I’ll do a little yard work,” my husband, Gary, announced. It was early Monday morning, and I caught myself grinning as I opened the cupboards to get out the ingredients to make pancakes while Gary got to work outdoors. I could relax and enjoy myself knowing Gary would be around the house a few more hours.   But it would be time for him to leave for work soon enough. Gary was a foreman at a plant with lots of big, dangerous machinery, so ever since we got married I said the same prayer when he left the house [More]

Detective Eli Jenkins has to find his troubled ex-partner and bring him home to his dying brother. But as he’s taken on a wild goose chase, Eli must overcome the demons of his past before the most cataclysmic event in history happens. Director: Andrew Jacob Brown Writer: Andrew Jacob Brown Stars: Andrew Jacob Brown, Jason Haines, Christopher Shane Lowry

“You can watch Stranger Story 1 here if you haven’t seen it.” Admin Stranger Story 2 continues the stories of people from different walks of life who have a chance meeting with a modern day Jesus. Based on the New Testament accounts of Mary Magdalene, Doubting Thomas, and walking on water with Christ. Directors: Shane Sooter, Cory Lash, Jefferson Moore Writers: Stephanie Vickers, Jefferson Moore Starring: Melissa Combs, Tom Luce, Alexis Hughes, Jefferson Moore

01/14/22   Christianity is losing the battle for the hearts of the next generation of Christians. Our youth have a weak faith that becomes tainted by the world as they grow older.   Watch: Calvin Smith: The Faith-Killing Effect The Story Of Evolution Has On Young Minds | Harbingers Daily

Just yesterday, it seemed, I was a new mother, but here I was expecting my first grandchild.   I was lucky my daughter, Shayne, and her husband, Shawn, lived close by. I didn’t want to miss a second of watching their child grow up. That got me to thinking seriously about retiring from my job as an art teacher. I was at an age when retirement was an option, and I’d toyed with the idea before. At the dinner table one night, I raised the issue with my husband.   “We can afford to live on one salary,” I said [More]

How had my life gotten to be such a mess? I sat alone in my apartment asking myself that question. I’d stayed out late the night before at a bar, slept the morning away, and I still felt exhausted. I had no job to go to; I couldn’t hold one. It was too hard to get out of bed most days.   I pulled myself to my feet and went to the mirror, hardly recognizing the gaunt face that stared back at me. I was 27 and weighed 85 pounds. It was no wonder I got sick so often, but I [More]

Our new house was at the end of the world. That’s what I thought the first day my family rolled up to our cabin in the Cahuilla Hills of Palm Desert, California. No more green trees, no more breezes off the sea like on the coast where we used to live. No more neighbors close by, corner store or mall. Nothing but brown sand. “Everything’s dirty and dead,” I announced to my parents and carload of siblings.   “Look carefully,” Dad said. “The desert is full of life. It’s just secret life.”   I didn’t see how anything could survive [More]

I fretted as I felt my five-year-old daughter’s warm forehead. All day she had been sick with a fever. I checked her temperature again. Still high.   It had been nearly four years since she had a seizure, but still I worried. The doctors had never figured out what triggered her off-and-on seizures as an infant. I lay down beside her and dozed off   A piercing scream jolted me awake. I knew that scream. I grabbed for my glasses and shoved them on. Celina was deathly white and her eyes were glassy and fixed. Her body was stiff. Her [More]