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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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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Which One is the Heathen?
In the Franco-Prussian War, there was then a great International Hospital in the town of Sedan, at the head of which was a distinguished doctor from St. Bartholomew's Hospital. He died there from confluent smallpox caught from a patient and...
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Touching the Apple of God’s Eye
Not many years ago thousands of boys and girls in Germany sang a song of pagan origin which expressed their deepest devotion. This led multitudes of them to sacrifice their lives with a zeal and fanaticism hardly paralleled in modern...
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Amazing Grace
Perhaps you're tired of hearing the gospel. Or perhaps you've never really heard it--you've never let it sink into your heart and soul, you've never responded to it. I was once like that. From earliest days of childhood I knew...
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Twice a Bondslave
There are times in our lives when we find ourselves faced with a crisis, when we are at a crossroad in our Christian experience. Times when we learn much about ourselves, and much more about God. Times when we find...
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What the Cannibal was Hungry for
In a fit of violent temper, I left home when I was nineteen and joined the crew of a freighter which was sailing for India. My life became more and more sinful until I lost all concern for anything of...
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What a Difference!
The Lord by His grace and mercy saved my wife, Betty, and me eighteen years ago. We heard the gospel at a home Bible study that I was invited to attend. I went that evening, but would not allow Betty...
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The Hard Way Home
I was born in Washington, DC, April 12, 1954, to Lemuel & Margaret Stevens. My mother was German; my father was Welsh. I grew up in a middle-class family where there was no mention of the gospel of Jesus Christ...
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