Their voices were different, yet somehow the same. Most carried accents from distant lands shaped by cultures, coasts, and foreign tongues. But their words were shared and sure: “We are drawn by our love to Jesus our King.” The tours of our premises are complete—more...

The refusal to accept defeat has been both my strength and my weakness. An inability to accept anything but success can be a curse, indeed. I have survived because of it, and I have bled because of it. Yet, knowing when to hold on and when to let go has been a...

Long before the age of the Internet and cell phones, a boy’s journey would begin with a mere book. Its yellowed pages, likely older than I was, lay there staring back at me. Having passed through many hands, its corners were worn, its cover stained, its spine tired....