Like Father, Like Son
We were cut from the same stubborn cloth, chiseled from the same hardened stone, and hadn’t spoken with the other for over a decade—an unfortunate byproduct of the anguish he had wrought upon our family, especially Mom. Such resentment grew to levels a young mind...
A Gentle God Hug
We first met little Sarah when the Make-A-Wish Foundation sponsored her trip to 3ABN. She was only seven years old, already a weathered warrior from her battle with brain cancer. Yet despite all she had endured, the joy that overflowed from her heart was contagious....
Grace
Grace. I thought I knew what that word meant. After all, I had heard it mentioned in that old hymn since I was a child. However, I can’t say I had even a nodding acquaintance with its meaning for many years. You see, as an alcoholic, most of my waking hours were spent...