The Lord Is My Helper

By Lisa Brewer Buffaloe   

The boy dodged through trees, running at top speed until he reached Mrs. Walden’s house. The Civil war had left many women and children alone; he couldn’t bear to think of something happening to Mrs. Walden and her daughter. He banged on the back door and through gasping breath warned his neighbor, the bushwhackers were coming.
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What is the Deal with Holiness?

By Adriano Franco  

Everyone’s been talking about how amazing this year is going to be.  People have started new things being that 8 represents new beginnings. Some have put their plans into motion, and others are still planning for this exciting season ahead of us.

The amazing thing is that in my excitement for the great things I believe God has in store for me and my ministry, He’s been tugging at my heart with a scripture.
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Silence

By Elisa Galante   
 
Silence. The mere word conjures up different emotions. Deafening silence. Silence that speaks volumes. Silence that speaks louder than words. Silence can bring peace when you just need a few moments alone. It can also be a cause of contention when you want someone to talk. I believe the one that spoke the loudest in the history of mankind was that of Jesus just as he was about to be crucified. It was such a profound silence that Pilate marveled. There was a time I wondered why He kept silent. Why didn’t He speak up for Himself? What made Him stay so quiet when so many lies and accusations were thrown at Him that day?
 
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Friends in Need

By Jennifer Kearson    

Lately it seems bad news has been invading many people. Recently, I found out one of my friends has cancer for the third time. Another young teen was overcome witha type of adult cancer that led to her death. My ninety-one year old grandmother had to undergo surgery twice while at the hospital. With all of this going on, I wonder how to show love and appreciation for people when I feel helpless? How do I help a sick or dying victim in distress?
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Before They Call

By Lisa Buffaloe  

My friend Karen (not her real name) was tired and heartbroken. Her husband had left and was seeking a divorce. In the early morning light, she drove home from her parent’s house where she had been staying with her two small children.

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