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Monday, April 1, 1996

Here I Raise My Ebenezer!

I grew up in a little community in Kentucky called Ebenezer, a name taken for the Hebrew for "Hitherto hath the Lord helped us" (1 Sam. 7:12). The name was quite appropriate considering how the Lord has led in my...

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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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