Real Stories

Wednesday, June 1, 1994

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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Sunday, May 1, 1994

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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Friday, April 1, 1994

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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Saturday, January 1, 1994

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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Monday, November 1, 1993

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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Wednesday, September 1, 1993

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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Thursday, July 1, 1993

I’m Going Higher Some Day

Tell me, could a person who prays and reads his Bible almost every day and memorizes Bible verses not be a Christian? Well, this was my predicament during my high school years. Where my parents brought me to church,  each...

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Tuesday, June 1, 1993

Irish Eyes

I was born in Leeds, a large city in the north of England. My parents were Roman Catholic and brought me up within the confines of the Catholic Church. In my teenage years, I became convinced of my own hypocrisy...

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Saturday, May 1, 1993

I’m Free, I’m Free!

Things were in a state of flux that first day of December last year as we gathered in the Yubileynaya Hotel dining area in Yaroslavl, Russia. This was to be our final meal together. The first group, who had been...

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