Editorial

God loves me. God delivers me. God sustains me. God listens to me. God prunes me?

If we had the tongues of angels, we could not praise God as He deserves to be praised. If we were born speaking praises and had breath to never cease, we could never adequately exalt His name in this life. If every rock could speak, it would praise God. If the stars could sing, their song would be in His honor. If the animals could write, their words would form new praises for their Creator. The very stones would praise Him if the need arose, and a thousand legions of angels would leap to do His will.

Jesus is offering citizenship in His kingdom right now. Won’t you take Him up on it?

Dr. Williamson, a Canadian geologist, had been slipping along a rain-soaked road that led through Tanzania’s backcountry when suddenly his Land Rover sunk to its axles in the mud.  Pulling out a shovel, Williamson began...

Robert R. Taylor, Jr., comments that the possibility of apostasy is taught in over 2,500 places in Holy Writ. Old testament Consider a sampling from the Old Testament: "And thou, Solomon my son, know thou the...

Paul gave God’s greatest answer to man’s greatest question by relating Christ’s greatest news. “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you, and your household” (Acts 16:31).  This answer has two...

Around ad 30, a rabbi named Jesus came to a Galilean village He had never visited before. Imagine the shock when, in the course of His remarks, He informed them He was God visiting...

Lately, the church’s back door has been busier than its front door. Many have left, saying, “I don’t go anymore. I just got too busy.” Or, “I’ve had it with organized religion.” Or, “I...

Just before returning to heaven, Jesus pointed a nail-scarred hand at a world for which He had just died and told His followers to “go.” The message they were to take was the simple gospel....

The prospect of being in heaven without someone dear to us is a troublesome thought. Will everyone in heaven have survivor’s guilt? How heartless, it would seem, to enjoy heaven if people we love...