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“How is it that the gospel has become so backwards?” asked the sincere young believer of her friends at the dining room table, who were busy enjoying a hearty lunch of quiche and salad.
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After the last gospel song had ended, the choir girl stepped down from the platform and made her way down the aisle toward my seat. My heart started to pound as she drew near. But she seemed to...
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In a grove of trees a man and his wife stood together looking with revulsion at the bitten fruit lying at their feet. The sweetness lingering in their mouths only sharpened the wretched feeling that...
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I was finally free! I raced through time and space totally unrestrained by the physical boundaries that had always tied me to my home planet. The music was loud and alive. The beat seemed to be in...
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When I grew up, life was simple. We lived on a farm and had no modern conveniences. Our water came from a pump, we had no indoor plumbing, we heated with wood, our men worked with homes, winters were...
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I am 47 now,1 middle age solidly upon me. Still, being a woman remains a challenge; being a new woman, “a new thing on the earth who encompasses a man,”2 the greatest challenge. No...
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The young girl looked up into the vast velvety blackness of space. The warm summer air carried the scent of flowers. She strained into the darkness, hoping to find an answer there. A shooting star...
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Even as a young child I saw hypocrisy and compromise everywhere I looked: the Roman Catholic church, the public school system, the US government. At an early age I began to reject the society in...
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There I stood, trembling on the crumbling edge of my sanity. The void that welled up within me bore full witness to the ever-darkening recesses of my mind. This strange amalgamation of confusion and...
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I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to give my life totally to God. My parents were missionaries, first in Greece, then among the Greek immigrants in Australia. So I heard about...
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Many are dying in the churches of Christianity today. Perhaps you are one of them. I was. I sat in a pew, Sunday after Sunday, year after year, listening to sermons. I would try to focus my mind on...
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I am a child of the '70s. I can say that even though I was born in 1975, because I am a product of the 1970s. I am the result of all that was in my father's heart during that time. The spark that was...
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