Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head, The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The circumstances of Jesus’ birth were less than ideal. He took his first
They called her Moses. An unlikely heroine, Harriet Tubman was five-feet tall and suffered a brain injury at age 15 when a heavy iron weight was hurled in her direction. In the years that followed, she was plagued by sleeping spells and migraine headaches. Born a slave, Tubman was abused
Years ago, I came across a prayer that captured my need for Christ perfectly. I printed out its words and tacked it to the bulletin board beside my bunk bed in my college dorm room. “Dear Lord, So far I’ve done all right. I haven’t gossiped, haven’t lost my temper,
I love a good story. The problem is that I am fainthearted and easily discouraged, so about half way through any tale, I have to resist the urge to stop reading. Every epic adventure is full of conflict and obstacles. I don’t like the dark and foreboding strands of the