The Haitian mountainside had to be around 115 degrees when you factor in the heat index. My shirt looked like I had just walked through a thunderstorm downpour, but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
I dislike this opening line in one of my otherwise favorite books. In reality, dysfunctional human dynamics are far less unique and easier to acquire than happy, healthy ones.
All you need is sin and selfishness. Et voilà, a pain-riddled relationship.
The tiny village Sitio Gulod literally means “hilltop.” The ivy-covered, stone walls around the town overlook lush fields and dense jungle which hum with the constant symphony of insects and birds. The dirt roads are muddy more often than not and sometimes are even below standing water.
There was just one little problem: the church had children services with skits and stories from their Bible, and her darling granddaughter loved it.
What was a poor Muslim grandmother to do?
She’d endure anything for her sweet mbesë, even these Christians.
Southwest of Colorado Springs is a hill simply known to many as “the Incline.”
Originally a railway track, the wooden ties form a rough-hewn stairway and a grueling climb that gains over 2,000 feet of elevation—topping at 8,600 feet above sea level—in under a mile. It has become a popular destination for Olympians, military cadets and fitness enthusiasts.
My name is Samira. I live in a village in Egypt. I am 29 years old, a Christian, a mother of 3 beautiful children. I am a widow.
The Vision and The Vow tells of how distinguished art critic, Robert Cumming, made a revolutionary discovery while studying one of Italian Renaissance master Filippino Lippi’s paintings.
In 1985, Dr. Vincent Felitti made a personal decision that may have changed the face of the Western medical world.
“I remember, 3 o’clock in the morning,” Ben Crandall related in a sermon on life and death, “on January the 18th, our doorbell rang.