Angry, tortured refugee makes peace with God's love

 
Andrew* limped up the stairs to the pulpit of the church. As he turned to face the congregation, I noticed that one of his eyes sagged. The scarring was evidence of the torture he had endured. He greeted the members of the Bulgarian Baptist church in broken English. It was the late 1990s, and it had been less than a decade since the Soviet Union had dissolved. Many of the believers sitting shoulder to shoulder in the pews of the ...

FIRST PERSON: Deciding what kind of neighbor you will be

 
From time to time I receive a postcard boasting the headline, "Choose Your Neighbor!" It's from a local realtor sending listings of houses for sale in my neighborhood. The idea is for me to tell my circle of friends and acquaintances about the available houses, thus allowing me to choose my neighbor. Through many years of moving around the country and overseas, my family has been blessed with incredible neighbors. There was one family in particular that we really enjoyed. ...