Perfumed by Faith’s Fire

Perfumed by Faith’s Fire

She wasn’t always called Aunty. Her grandfather named her Romawii, which means “beautiful treasure” in her native language of Mizo. Her grandfather was one of the first Christians in her northeastern India homeland, and he delighted in traveling to villages to share...
Mary: A Life and Voice Devoted to Her Messiah

Mary: A Life and Voice Devoted to Her Messiah

GET TO KNOW THE STORY:  Mary, the mother of Jesus, was at a wedding feast in the village of Cana in Galilee. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited and were there.  When the wine was all gone, Mary said to Jesus, “They don’t have any more wine.” Jesus replied,...
To Take—and Give—Courage

To Take—and Give—Courage

Just then a woman who had hemorrhaged for twelve years slipped in from behind and lightly touched his robe. She was thinking to herself, “If I can just put a finger on his robe, I’ll get well.” Jesus turned—caught her at it. Then he reassured her: “Courage, daughter....
The Friendship of Grief

The Friendship of Grief

I woke to the song of mourning doves. Their soundtrack seems a part of the landscape here in the Texas Hill Country, along with the buzz of locusts on hot summer afternoons and the chirp of tree frogs in the scrub that separates our home from a fairway often inhabited...

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