Month: April 2012

I have spent the last eleven months working on a healthier me; I have incorporated many new habits into my life. The biggest change so far is that I have lost 85 pounds. It has been difficult at times, to … Read more

My daughter gave me a beautiful picture of a mother holding her baby as she looked out the window. Under the picture it said, "Mother, I will love you forever." It reminded me of how newborn babies are so tiny … Read more

One Sunday morning, just after I arrived at church, a young lady came in and sat in a pew near the front. I saw that she was deeply troubled, and so I approached her. Apparently that morning, she felt the … Read more

A loud disagreement transpiring between a mother and her young son grabbed my attention as I hustled across the parking lot. On second glance, it was clear that this child had special needs, and his mother's patience had been stretched … Read more

I could feel the anger rising within me. I was trying very hard to keep my mouth closed, to stop spewing out those angry, constrained words that were slowly rising from the pit of my stomach, trying desperately to escape … Read more

Last year, upon learning the fascinating ancestral background of my friend Parise Arakelian, I became interested in discovering more about the Armenian people — their culture, religious history, and beautiful land, including Mount Ararat, where it is believed that Noah's … Read more

Each year on the 24th of April, a remembrance day is held around the world to commemorate the genocide of over one million Armenians in 1915 because of their refusal to deny Jesus Christ and worship Allah. An Armenian who … Read more

Earlier today, I was trying very hard to concentrate on reading my Bible passages for the day. But there was a black squirrel outside in the garden, racing up and down the trees, loudly admonishing and directing protest at some … Read more

When I first read the Anne of Avonlea books, I galloped through them. Would the ever-faithful Gilbert finally break through Anne's reserve? However, as I re-read them, I sense that the author, Lucy Maud Montgomery, must have experienced a sharp … Read more

They were experiencing a long night of the soul. God's touch seemed to vanish. It was 1992. A father had died, health problems were rampant, and he was burned out after nineteen years of pastoring. His church was entering the … Read more