“The devil made me do it.”
A statement that was once frequently used to escape responsibility for bad behavior.
Ask a child—or even an adult—what their pi...
I watched his labored breathing, waiting for the moment when his chest would stop fighting.
As a minister, I was often associated with death, but the calls u...
Why do people get sick? Why can’t everyone—myself included—remain well continuously?
After living as long as I have, I’ve seen my share of sickness, although...
Some look at nature—including the night sky—and imagine it just happened. Others see these things as God’s miracle.
I never believed all the marvels of natur...
The new devotional from John I. Snyder, bestselling author of Your 100 Day Prayer takes readers on a 14-day prayer journey, showing how to live joyfully in a wo...
At the age of nineteen, he contracted smallpox but survived. His father died when he was eleven. While on a surveying trip, his straw bedding caught fire as he ...
I once taught at a small private school in the Low Country of my state—a school that had a limited budget.
Many of our books weren’t new but arrived from sch...
Every morning as I arrive at school, I walk into my room, set down my computer bag, and plop into my chair. When each class arrives, I take my place seated behi...
Although my father died eleven years ago, vestiges of his presence remain.
As I stroll through my house and my mom’s house, I can see Dad’s imprints. The sou...
He was so tough that he would toss a family out in the cold to further his interests.
The Scobeys rented from Ben Weaver, a shrewd local Mayberry businessman...
My wife and I once visited Nova Scotia on a mission trip.
While there, we rented a car to travel back and forth to the places where we would visit and work. ...
I’ve walked by the caskets of more family members than I care to recall. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and a father. As I strolled by each coffin, I lon...
