Inspiring True Stories

Monday, January 1, 1996

The Proof of the Pudding

A testimony should talk. Why so? Because the proof of the pudding is in the eating. A genuine Christian experience is hard to refute, in many cases, impossible. All attempts to contradict such testimonies only reveal their weakness in the...

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Friday, December 1, 1995

Life-Lines

Many years ago, Dr. Valpy, a well-known English scholar, wrote a little four-line verse as the longing of his heart and the confession of his faith. Some time afterward, he gave a copy of the words to his friend, Dr....

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Wednesday, November 1, 1995

The Nail-Pierced Hand

I was born, the son of Jewish parents, in the city of Frankfurt on Main, in southwest Germany. My father, a successful insurance representative, was a loyal subject of the ruling house of the Hohenzollern and felt that he was...

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Tuesday, August 1, 1995

Life on the Line

On September 18, 1981, I was well on my way to a night of drunken revelry in a Windsor, Ontario, tavern. Suddenly and for no apparent reason I was overwhelmed by fear. Rushing into the washroom, I tried to get...

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Saturday, July 1, 1995

Made New

Thirty-six years ago I was born into a Catholic, alcoholic family. Because of the verbal and emotional abuse I experienced, I never felt loved. If I was to be loved, I thought I had to earn it. And, no matter...

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Saturday, April 1, 1995

A Half-Century on the Road

It's 50 years since that night in March of 1945 when I was born of God. In time or eternity I shall never forget that night. I had struggled to "believe," strained to "trust," agonized over how to "accept." But...

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Wednesday, March 1, 1995

A Remarkable Providence

Evelyn Johnson first noticed it a year previously. There was a problem in her throat--hoarseness and difficulty in swallowing, and at the same time there was a pronounced weakness in her right leg. Not to worry; perhaps if she waited,...

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Wednesday, February 1, 1995

The Well-timed Homecall

Every time my mother had a baby, she sent me to stay with her parents, and since I was the eldest of five, it meant that at least four times I lived with my grandparents. Sometimes I wondered if my...

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Thursday, December 1, 1994

The Fight of My Life

I have known the Lord for many years and say that what counts for me is not only what Jesus Christ meant to me years ago, but what He means to me today. I hope He means more to me...

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