by Nyasha Adorant Masaga
Losing a parent at the tender age of five is truly a challenging experience, and that’s an understatement. At that young age, I only perceived the absence of my father as losing his presence. However, as the years passed, I gradually realized that the loss was...
by Germeen Fargo
About two years ago, my friend and I went through a difficult time in life, each facing our own challenges in different ways. It wasn’t a season of sunshine. It was a stormy one—heavy rain pouring and thunder crashing, making it difficult for us to see what lay ahead....
by Eric Webster
Ruth and I were married on December 5, 1950. By the end of 1964, we had been married for 14 years and moved multiple times, following the call of pastoral ministry. I had served as an evangelist, local church pastor, and a conference administrator. We had also...
by Ruth Burke
The year was young, and she was old—over 100 years old. It already seems like a long time ago, and yet, only a few weeks have passed. But the sharp, rotting odor of incense in hair, nostrils, and memory persists. It evokes the ceremony that celebrated the life of a...
by David A. Pendleton
I was not born a Pendleton. This is a name I legally took when I turned 18 to honor my step-dad, Richard Pendleton. He raised me, he taught me, and he loved me – and so I consider him my dad. My mother had previously been married. That man gave her three sons. I...
by Lauryn Singh
What’s a child’s number one dream? A puppy. For me, that dream came true on my fifth birthday. I still remember the moment when my grandpa walked in, a huge gift bag in hand, and inside was a tiny, adorable puppy of my very own. I named him Fluffy. For weeks, he was...
