Story 682

Story 682

I awaken from my slumber aboard a C-17 aircraft in which we have been traveling in for some time in route to Almaty, Kazakhstan. It is September 10, 2000 and the soft roar of the plane can be heard in route to its final destination. I am a Infantry squad leader at the...
Story 681

Story 681

The great evangelist and teacher Oswald Chambers once said that “[a man or woman] will never cease to be the most amazed person on earth at what God has done for [them] on the inside.” Here I stand, a testament of this amazement & of the radical, transformative...
Story 680

Story 680

I had the privilege to grow up in a home with parents that took me to church and taught me about Jesus. I knew stories about Jesus and people in the Bible, but I didn’t really know Him until I was 6. I had a friend named Anna who was born with heart problems and had...
Story 679

Story 679

I was blessed to have grown up in a Christian home with loving parents. Even with a good home life that was rooted in God’s ways, it was natural for me to only care about myself. Whenever I would not get my way I made sure I did something to get what I wanted. You...
Story 678

Story 678

I grew up in a church-going family in Houston, Texas. We were semi-normal and lower to middle class. I had heard the Bible stories and knew about Jesus, but I did not know Jesus. Therefore, He didn’t make much of a difference in my life. I had a pretty rough middle...
Story 677

Story 677

Once Jeff and I were married and started to live together, I could see that there was something different about Jeff that I hadn’t fully noticed before we married. That something was his relationship with Jesus. He lived every day with a peace that surrounded him even...
Story 676

Story 676

I grew up with a very powerful fear of death. I don’t remember how far back this started, but from my earliest memories I was very aware that I was going to die, and it scared me — pardon the pun, — to death. I remember as a seven or eight-year-old child lying...
Story 675

Story 675

I grew up in Northern New York state with 5 siblings in an alcoholic family. We were always told to hide dad’s drinking and bad temper so I learned early on to keep secrets and do things on my own. I did well in school but hid a rebellious spirit and bad temper....
Story 674

Story 674

Remember how, as a child, you felt invincible? That was me: I was the proud 6-year-old who could already read, play the piano, and reason at the level of a teenager. Nothing was difficult for me. Until I realized that I could not save my own life from sin. Sin is the...
Story 673

Story 673

Most of my life, I’ve been pretty steeped in the church and in Christian culture. I was at church 2-3 times a week, I was baptized at age 6, and most of my social life was through church. Jesus was simply a presence to be read and learned about, and church was where...