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The next day, I discovered my son, Jason, digging up the dead hamster. Surprised, I asked him, "What are you doing?"
Jason answered, "I wanted to see if he's gone to heaven yet."
Judy Fielder read more
A chill crept over me as I stared at the computer screen in disbelief. I struggled to comprehend the e-mail I had just opened. It was clearly a love letter, and its contents made it obvious the writer and addressee had been intimate over a long period of time. The incomprehensible part: This e-mail was signed by my husband--and it was not addressed to me.
The e-mail explained why, 10 days before, our lives had taken a devastating turn. We had spent a beautiful, sunny January day picnicking at a riverside park with our son. Later, after Trevor* had run off to play at a neighbor's and I had started cooking dinner, my husband, George*, appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, suitcase in hand. read more
MUSIC, DANCE AND DRAMA CAN CROSS EVERY LANGUAGE AND CULTURAL BARRIER EFFORTLESSLY. IT'S TIME TO HARNESS THE POWER OF ARTISTIC EXPRESSION FOR THE LORD.
More than 20 years ago, I sat down to write a dramatic musical treatment on the passion of Christ for my church choir to perform at Easter. While I was casting the vision for what would become the production The Man Called Jesus, a young man in the tenor section instantly shot up his hand for permission to speak.
"Mrs. Umidi, Mrs. Umidi!" he said. "God spoke to me and told me to tell you that someday hundreds of thousands of people would see your production!" read more
We young folk gave it all the enthusiasm we could muster as we began singing, "All hail the power of Jesus' name." But when we got to the line, "Let angels prostrate fall," suddenly the back of the platform fell in, and all the boys in the back row disappeared. We girls were left teetering on the ledge.
Fortunately, no one was hurt. But it was some time before order and dignity were restored to the service.
Hazel Grace Thompson read more
The first incident occurred when I was ridiculed along with several charismatic friends in a published work assailing the most visible leaders in this movement. The broadsides were volleyed by a man I consider a friend, notwithstanding his anti-charismatic posture. read more
However, one day, as he passed the plate, he arrived at two very plump and jolly older ladies. He attempted to get by them but slipped and fell across their laps.
The plate and the money went flying. And because of their silky dresses, the young man slid down to the floor. read more
Where was I? Nothing looked familiar. Was I in a motel room? read more