Latif is a leader in the Roma, or gypsy, community. He has served God for more than 15 years in his village, and his home has become a community center and church where people from the village gather. Everyone knows his door is open anytime, and God has done incredible work to heal many of his hometown’s troubles.
“I’ll never forget the feelings I experienced when two shiny new keys were pressed firmly into my trembling hands,” Gary Richmond recalled in his book A View from the Zoo. “They weren’t just any keys. These keys gave me access to all the cages at the Los Angeles Zoo.”
My name is Olive.
When I was 7 years old, my parents separated. My father left for South Africa, and he refused to allow me to visit him. It would be three years before he finally invited me to see him. I was excited and hopeful that this marked a turn for our family, but the trip turned into a nightmare.
I don’t much care for the parable of the prodigal son.
Bratty, entitled younger sibling wreaks havoc on the household until he finally leaves to receive the just deserts of his poor choices. No Daddy and Mummy to the rescue, to cushion him from consequences.
A great deal of ink has been spilled by those insisting that all Christmas traditions have pagan roots and ought not be celebrated by “real” Christians.
John Kralik’s life was a disaster.
Lately, you’ve been having terrible headaches. You schedule a doctor’s appointment; she asks a lot of questions, examines your head and then suggests that they run a few more tests.
“Know then thyself…” wrote Alexander Pope in the opening lines of his poem "An Essay on Man: Epistle II."
In May, our partners reported about the desperate situation in the D. R. Congo as Ebola swept through several major cities in the north-east province.
