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Janet's Christmas Story
I’ll never forget Christmas at Granny’s when I was twelve. At times, I want to forget, because that was the year the family was singing Christmas carols on the drive…
Peter's Christmas Story
When I left Germany to live with an American family for a year, I thought I would learn about the American culture.
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The Christmas Story
As It Might Have Happened in the Old West By Frank Ball Luke 2 1 And it came to pass back in those days that a telegram was sent from President Augustus, commanding…
Thanksgiving Day
Today is the day. Ask a dozen people what the holiday means to them, and every answer might be different. It’s a day for family, feasting, and football.
Thanks Giving
When I was a kid, people seemed to have a different attitude toward life. Why? Maybe because those days were soon after the Great Depression, when people didn’t have…
Wonderful Words
During Civil War days, we worked by the light of the sun and read books at night by lamplight. Light bulbs were no more than a dream, not yet available at Home Depot.
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It's Greek to Me
The second discussion question in Acts of the Messengers in the Early Church says: “The original Greek text has no chapter breaks, numbered verses, or paragraphs.
Is the World Falling Apart? (Part 2 of 2)
In my high school days, drugs and violence wasn’t what got students into trouble. Simply not standing in line or talking instead of listening to the teacher could get…
Is the World Falling Apart? (Part 1 of 2)
When I watched the tragedy on September 11, 2001, I said, “The world will never be the same.” That was fifteen years ago, which may not seem very long until we realize…
Make the Connection
In the fall of 1955, my family moved from Kansas to a small town about thirty miles southwest of Houston, a place called Alvin, the home of baseball star Nolan Ryan.
School Daze
In 1949, fences were used to corral livestock, and we didn’t have any. We didn’t need a fence, because crossing the invisible line that marked the edge of our property…
What to Do if You Don't Know What to Ask
Don’t Ask Me In grade school, I quickly learned not to answer every time the teacher had a question.