When I was 13 years old, I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal saviour. The church in which I made that momentous decision didn't have stained-glass windows; in fact, the only thing that that small, obscure institution of my youth had that came close to resembling stained glass were ... Views: 974
I can recall a time in my life in which I felt God had forsaken me; He had turned away. It was during the latter part of the sixties when many of my kindred, that is, black people, felt a type of foreignness about this land which had wrought nothing but bitterness and strife for them. Yet, ... Views: 925