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All These Things
I was the pastor of the Adventist church in Meridian, Mississippi. One day we received an unusual l…
Faithful in That Which is Least
I was 20 years old and newly married, I moved to St. Louis, Missouri. I soon became known in the ch…
The Healing Power of Scripture
As a young boy, my mind was quick, my comprehension high, my memory sharp. Teachers told my mother…
The Trucker
It was one of those summer days most people dread—oven-hot and windy enough to transfer topsoil fro…
The Day Mama Went on Strike
Sunday mornings on the farm were busy. We were either planting or canning, cutting wood for the win…
He Lives With Me
My summer task-force responsibilities were over. My wife and I had worked for 10 weeks in Denver du…
The Blessing of a Miserable Day
Faithfulness to God in tithes and offerings has always been the hallmark of our family. I learned t…
Watching and Waiting
How could this happen after 28 years with the same company? What did I do wrong? Why, God, would Yo…
A Young Teacher’s Blessing
One of my earliest memories of church life, after becoming a Seventh-day Adventist Christian at age…