Growing up, our kitchen was a battlefield. The signal to batten down the hatches? Dad’s lunch pail, landing with the force of righteous thunder on the chipped counter. That clanging thermos had more authority than the President. “This is my house,” he’d declare, chest out, sweat still fresh on his brow. “I pay the bills. I’m the boss.�… Read More


In every generation, there are people whose lives seem marked by extraordinary trial and opposition. Maybe that’s you. Maybe you feel as though unseen forces have tried to crush you, break you, and silence your calling. You’re not imagining it. The Bible tells us plainly:“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they ma… Read More