Devotional Archives

  • Answered Prayer

    November 15th, 1997

    Last year I found my cousin eager to look for God, but his heavy engagement in business made him unable to give his attention to serving God. I could only pray for him. But what happened when I prayed caused me to see praying not as the "only" thing I ...

  • Dehydration

    November 14th, 1997

    In August I flew from my home in the humid Ohio River valley to the deserts of Utah. Though the temperature touched 100 degrees, I took comfortable walks, cooled by dry breezes. By the third day, however, I felt light-headed and weak. At dinner when I was served a glistening ...

  • Precious Consolation

    November 13th, 1997

    Stephen's timely discourse should have shaken the crowd's hardened consciences. On the contrary, the crowd dared to lift up rocks, signaling their own condemnation. But Stephen saw beyond the crowd to God's glory and Jesus standing at God's right hand. Through the Resurrection, Jesus showed his victory over death, which ...

  • Fanner Bees

    November 12th, 1997

    Sometimes God places people in our lives who turn out to be angels, God's messengers. Such was Sylvia, a Christ-centered woman who had discovered the hidden treasures of an active prayer life. Twice when I faced uncertain situations, Sylvia promised me that she would mobilize her "fanner bees." When I ...

  • Overcoming Doubt

    November 11th, 1997

    Our financial situation was difficult. Our income was less than our expenses, and I hoped our garden would reduce our grocery bills and give us food to help us through the winter. Unfortunately, a dry spring turned into weeks of drought. We lost several plants to diseases. I prayed, "Lord, ...

  • The Call

    November 10th, 1997

    Several years ago I felt a call to the ministry. My father first advised me to seek a university degree rather than a diploma in theology. However, he also said that if I really felt God was calling me into the ministry, he was not going to stand in my ...

  • Tossed by Trouble

    November 9th, 1997

    My body was in church, but my mind was not. After four years of our daughter's being treated by psychiatrists, therapists, and psychologists and five stays in a hospital for the mentally ill, we had finally accepted the fact that she had schizophrenia. A beautiful girl, a junior in college ...

  • Christ, Our Light

    November 8th, 1997

    I love lighting candles. When I was a child, lighting candles represented birthdays and the fun of rising to my full height, inhaling deeply, and putting out every small flame with a swift and long breath. The smell of smoke and wax lingered in the room as I made a ...

  • God Listens

    November 7th, 1997

    In my husband's workplace, many of his friends had lost their jobs. He worried that he would be the next one to be let go. Each evening he came through the kitchen door with a look of defeat on his face. I listened while he talked about his concerns, but ...

  • Moved with Compassion

    November 6th, 1997

    It had rained for ten days, and the forecast indicated heavy rain for the next 48 hours. Despite that, Pastor Sharath and his two sons, Joshua, aged nine, and Dean Richards, aged four, stuffed a change of clothing in a bag and set off for Narsapur, nine kilometers away on ...