Today’s scripture reading means the world to me. This passage helped me to realize that Jesus wants us to be his hands and feet. I have found different ways to honor...

When I retired four years ago, I was given a small, round, handsewn cushion. I kept it on a chair, mainly for ornamental reasons. However, recently the cushion has become useful...

I can remember the phone call from my district church leaders like it was yesterday. My house was a disaster with laundry everywhere and dishes to put away. One of my...

A few years ago, I felt like something was missing from my life. My days lacked meaning and purpose. However, instead of bringing my concern to God, I looked for fulfillment...

I was only a year old when my family migrated from East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) to West Bengal, India. As refugees, we lived in a tent provided by the government for...

I am in the process of publishing my first book. It’s about my experiences of being bullied as a child because I stutter. A picture of myself and my bio will...

My first bicycle was a black Mongoose with silver trim. I remember the sheer exhilaration of riding my bike as a child and the freedom it offered. But there was an...

“My legs feel numb, Mom,” exclaimed my 14-year-old daughter. “They have felt numb for the past month.” The diagnosis was multiple sclerosis — a neurological disease involving the nervous system. Periods...

We will all socialize with different groups during our lifetime — family, church members, co-workers, neighbors. When we fellowship with others, we often want them to embrace our opinions and ideas....

“Mommy, it’s growing!” my young daughter exclaimed. “Let me see,” I said, grabbing the plastic cup from her hands. I was amazed. The maize seed we had been watering for weeks...