Revolutionary Generosity Blog

Mac was a former Adventist, and he called me “Padre.” I was a young district pastor in northern N…

I awoke with a start to the ringing phone. Bleary-eyed, I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:…

It was a long Sunday. I began working at 2:00 a.m. and by 5:30 p.m. was ready to collapse from exhau…

While living in Collegedale, Tennessee, I was elected president of the Georgia-Cumberland Conference…

We often ask ourselves how, when, and even where we can witness for the Lord, and at what time. We…

As I walked into the vast cafeteria for the first time, I suddenly realized more than ever that I w…

October 29, 1984 was the beginning of a “Great Disappointment” for our family. Like many young f…

I became a member of the Adventist Church in my late twenties and began to tithe. The Lord blessed…

While driving to a friend’s home in the heart of Ohio’s Amish community one morning, I found myself…

I sighed heavily as I climbed the stairs to my college dorm room. This was only the beginning of th…