


Beauty from Ashes: A Story from the Refiner’s Fire; Experiencing Amazing Grace PART 1
Losing My Wife I was in the house as it burned. Sometime around 3:00 A.M., I escaped the thick smoke and flames through a second floor window. Because the fire started below the room where my wife for 41 years, Barcy, slept, she passed away. This mental tape of events...
Redeemed by the Greatest Lover PART 2
He started hitting me physically. I was in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it! How could someone hit me like that? I cried and kept it all to myself. I thought being hit must have been my fault because I angered him. It must have been my fault because I wasn’t able to...
Redeemed by the Greatest Lover PART 1
A Good Beginning I grew up in a Christian family. My dad was the last who got saved when I was around eight years old. Our home was filled with love. We sang Christian songs and had nightly family devotions. I grew up memorizing verses in school and in Sunday School....
I Dream of a Place
By Genesis Michael Zion C. Pacete I walk through the halls of the hurt and the broken. The groans of the bleeding desperate for attention are deafening. Here, silence is a luxury. Every corner is filled with the injured and dying. There is no room to spare. Even the...