Not much scares me. I’m a young man, strong, fast, sharp, on the edge. I’ve hunted crocodiles out of dugout canoes in piranha-infested waters in the middle of the night.
I think I know the frustration of a doctor working the Saturday night shift in the trauma unit of a big city hospital.
My kids are 6 and 8 years old and are not saved. How do I explain the plan of salvation without "scaring" them into a false sense of security?
From a reader: We have a question about fear. We are a missionary family in Guatemala, where it is very common to see armed guards outside of almost every store.
My husband is a mechanic, and in his line of work he meets all kinds of different people, because everybody needs their car worked on at one time or another. There are at (...)
Our granddaughter Gracie is now 16 months of age and a delightful buzzsaw of activity.