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Jim L. Wilson • Illustration • • 15 views
Mother's Day Over the years, my mother has slowly given me some souvenirs from my childhood. Baseball cards, my first books, you know, the kind of things that I left behind when I was packing to go to college. Recently she gave me back some gifts I gave to her when I was younger, things like my senior…
Jim L. Wilson • Illustration • • 8 views
Sarah In 1999, I met Sarah while preaching a revival in the church her father pastors. I enjoyed my time with the entire family. I count her father as a close friend in the ministry and learned to love the whole family while I visited. Sarah is in that wonderful age between childhood and the terrifying…
Ralph Andrus • Illustration • • 9 views
Were you a kid in the Fifties or so ? Everybody makes fun of our childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something's shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad? Judge for yourself: In 1953 The US population was less than 150 million... Yet you knew more people then,…
Eleanor Emmott • Illustration • • 15 views
There is a story told about Augustine, the great theologian. He was walking along a beach, thinking about the Trinity – how the Father is God and Jesus is God and the Spirit is God and although each of them is distinct from the others, God is one unified being. As Augustine walked and thought, he came…
Eleanor Emmott • Illustration • • 33 views
Birthdays are interesting things. Some people look forward to them, excited to celebrate with a day full of family, friends, cards, presents, parties, and cake. Many young people, two weeks after their 12th birthday, are already describing themselves as “going on 13,” looking forward to being a “real…
John Leffler • Illustration • • 8 views
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones In our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then…