As a young boy, my dad spent many a Friday evening in the auction barn at Green Dragon in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. His love of

You remember what your mother said to you, don’t you, whenever you burped loudly at the table or displayed some other obvious sign of improper

  The porch light illuminated the faces of my brother and his family as they stood by the back door, waiting for me to grant

“Carinda, come here. I have something for you.” Upon hearing those words, our youngest daughter came running to her daddy. She loved presents of any

The stories of Jesus and his conversations with people are so fascinating. I am eating them up one after another. I look on, wide-eyed, at

As a child, I often sat spellbound, listening to my dad weave tales of adventure and intrigue from his many hours working in the morgue

Have you ever had a day best described as a day of tears? I had one such day last week, and it wasn’t pleasant. It

I wonder what the writer felt when he penned the activity and emotions taking place in Acts 3 and 4. I do know the story

I don’t know if you are like me, but it really gets my goat, so to speak, when I am around someone who acts like