When Crying is All You Can Do
A faint cry from the bedroom gets me racing to check on my 17-day-old son, Enoch. He’s fidgeting, flailing his arms, kickin’ his legs and lets out in exasperation a near-deafening cry that demands 110% of my attention and observation…
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Who’s Your Daddy?
As I am writing this, my dad is somewhere in North Korea. Don’t worry; it is his third trip there so he knows what he’s doing. He’s a dentist and setting up a clinic, but of course I cannot say for sure since we have no way to contact him.…
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Who God Used to Convert Me
I was not raised Adventist. I grew up with three older sisters, and we were raised by generous and loving parents who didn’t have any religious belief. Although my parents had no religious faith, they were always willing to volunteer and service the…
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