For a year, my sister, Chinwe, and I had excitedly planned her son’s destination wedding. Three days before the wedding, I flew from Lagos to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, with decorations for...

My mother grew up in a large family whose meals came mostly from their own land and animals. They were not poor, but they had as many mouths to feed every...

On a particularly beautiful Easter Sunday afternoon, I was lying on a grassy hillside not far from where I lived. The sun was warm, and fluffy white clouds floated in a...

I remember the day I received the email telling me that I had been accepted to a master’s degree program in a different country. I was sitting in the airport when...

In Sri Lanka, the island nation where I was born, Christmas is celebrated by all people regardless of their background or religion. When we read Luke 2:14, we see that no...

Several years ago, I had an eating disorder that threatened to destroy everything I held dear. During my darkest days, I became a shadow of my former self. I lied to...

I remember in high school when we were learning basic science. We were given a cup with soil and a bean seed inside to take home. We were assigned the task...

On the interstate, I strained to see the road ahead. High-beam lights from the pickup truck behind me shined through my car’s back window and reflected off my windshield and mirrors....

When I was a child, though my family was Christian, we didn’t celebrate Christmas. I remember seeing families going to church on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning, singing carols, gathering to...

When I think about bearing fruit for Christ, I remember a story I once heard on the news. At the drive-through window of a coffee shop, a customer spontaneously paid for...