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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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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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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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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No Accident
I was baptized as an infant, confirmed when in first grade, and attended church services every school day of every year until high school. Yet a true relationship with God didn't exist. I knew about Him at a very early...
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Christmas in July
"Christmas in July," a local bar promoted, was an occasion not to celebrate the birth of the Saviour of the world but rather as an excuse to have its patrons drink more alcohol. I was part of the revelry that...
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A Bushel of Goodness
Johnny was just one of those people in life that you never forget. He was getting up in years when I first met him. Well, my first encounter with this son of Italy wasn't really an introduction. I heard him...
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