Faithwriters

Celebrating the birth of Jesus is not just a one day occurrence.

I am a Christian. I am pursued by evil. My father, the Ikanga of the Msambi people, pledged to take my life.

Clinging to mem’ries of love’s sacred song. The void in her heart grew so cold. Where in this world does an orphan belong? No vision of hope left to hold.

How much do I tell him?  He’s gonna think I’m nuts!  Lord—I need your help!

Suddenly, a hand wildly flailing in the air hit Adrienne on the head and pushed her under.

Listen closely, hear my heart The work’s not just for few If you ask you’ll find that there Is something you can do.

This individual not only represents the highest quality of education found anywhere in this country, but reflects the hearts and lives of all who educated our children during the past 200 years.

Tribes and peoples near and far Loved Abigail's bright smile. Village doctors learned her way Of praying was worthwhile.

Little boy, my precious son, You’ve only just begun. To carry on your daddy’s name, Tobias Henderson.

Harp’s sacred melody provoked the king’s rage. Evil spirit forcefully commanded his soul. Hellish assault ensued … javelin hurled.