At age fifteen, our son was coping with a huge pile of life changes as he adjusted to our new town. Our new house and neighborhood. A new school. And our new church. Our normally easygoing and agreeable child dug in his heels—hard—when youth group rolled around every...
Thirty years ago on a chilly autumn afternoon, I fell onto my knees in my dorm room and gave my life to Christ. He had used his church to turn a stubborn, confused teenager from darkness to light. As a young believer, the church was my greenhouse where I grew in faith...
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