She spun a carefully crafted web of deception. Not to swindle us out of retirement funds or to harm us.
She was probably in her late 20s, unattractive, overweight, and of limited means. But she was a faithful member of our church, attending every service and each event--except for Valentine’s Day banquets.
It was about 1980. On February 14, I had an appointment with my rheumatologist, Dr. Valentine (yes, really!). to monitor the rheumatoid arthritis that I'd had for nearly ten years. These appointments often left me discouraged at the reminder of the seriousness of my disease.
That day, as I returned home, discouraged, I found a long, whit...
Sometimes even within the ordinariness of life and the challenges of living in a fallen world—just sometimes—we get a glimpse of something more. Deeper, more lasting, more satisfying, deeply touching the soul.
Remember that eye-catching invitation you received? Everything was beautifully designed, from the color scheme and text placement to the selection of a coordinating postage stamp. From the moment you opened the it, you anticipated attending.
Last week, I received an invitation. In fact, I received several.
My husband and I were walking around some softball fields and had stopped to watch some young boys. The pitcher, about eight or nine years old, did a good job, but the batter walked anyway. These boys were under pressure to perform.
We continued our walk and passed a group of middle school...