Encouragement for Women Whose Husbands Have Fallen Into Pornography
Editor’s Note: The following article contains sensitive subject matter about sexuality. Some material may be inappropriate for children.
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by Debi Pryde
Editor’s Note: The following article contains sensitive subject matter about sexuality. Some material may be inappropriate for children.
Read Part 1.
by Debi Pryde
Editor’s Note: The following article contains sensitive subject matter about sexuality. Some material may be inappropriate for children.
by Debi Pryde
Several weeks ago, my wife and I toured Israel and Jordan for the first time. It was an experience we’ll never forget and one we’d love to repeat. It’s also an experience we’re eager to recommend to others. Every Bible-believing Christian should seriously consider visiting the Promised Land, and every church should consider sending its pastor(s) there. Here’s why.
By Todd Wood.
A while ago, a 70-year-old single man took me out to lunch at a fast-food joint. Innocent enough. Yet while I was hungrily munching on my thick Arb’y roast beef sandwich, loaded with special sauce, my friend point-blank asked me how much time I spend in prayer.
by Beth Murschell
When coma patients become conscious after, say, 20 years, I imagine them catching up on the world, shocked at all the advances in technology, at who has become President, or at wars or historical events that they’ve missed. But nothing will convince them more of the reality of passing time than a look in the mirror.
by Jason Stover
It’s the little things on a foreign field that begin to eat away at your psyche. In our area of Poland, all meat is bought and sold over the counter from the butcher, so grabbing a package from the freezer section is out of the question. Therefore, every two or three days, my wife and I are reminded of our status in the language as we struggle to communicate what
kind of meat we would like and how much we want.
by Colleen Tronson
Entering the abortion clinic’s waiting room for the first time, I found it filled with people sitting on colorful plastic chairs and filling out medical forms. As I crossed the room, not one person made eye contact with me.