One of my favorite things to do in the summer is read out under the shade of my backyard tree. There, I have a reclining chair and small little side table.

In happiness, we dare never forget that it is Christ, and Christ alone, who has restored our joy.

I was excited and eager to start my journey. I was driving from NYC to Florida to attend the Christ Hold Fast Conference in Orlando, meet some dear friends, and make some new ones.

Cindy’s tragedy was that she was blind to the Christ from whom all her good gifts came.

Like me, like most Americans, the equation of wealth with happiness is so firmly rooted in her psyche that only a divine surgeon could dig it out.

The crowds, bored into silence, had left a vacuum in the tent that my little boy’s voice began to fill. He laughed unaware and uncaring that he alone laughed, deaf to everyone’s else silence.