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I Remember

By: Diane Nix
For the past 11 years when the end of August comes rolling around, I remember. Memories flood over me like the waters of Hurricane Katrina.  My family evacuated our home in New Orleans 12 years ago this week.  A home, in which we had lived for only three weeks.  I had complained about having too much stuff!  I wasn't complaining as we hurriedly stuffed a few items in bags.  Grabbed our Oscar Meyer wienie dog, crammed the four us in our van and headed out in the opposite direction than everyone else.  Yes, that would be my clan.  The family that forges their own path.  Arriving in Panama City Beach, we would make this our home for a month after the hurricane.
I remember living as if I were dreaming every day.  I kept thinking I would wake up, but every day the dream continued.  Suddenly, the many important things in life were...

Good News of the Dark Day!

Recently, an Uber conversation turned to the reason I was in the city. In the midst of dialogue, my driver said, "We are the same in our religion.  You have your prophet, and I have mine!"  My response stopped him.  "Well you can say that but not me.  You see my Savior came and died for me so that I will never have to be concerned with religion ever again!  It's not my religion but about my relationship with the One who gave His life for me so that I could be CERTAIN that I would spend eternity with Him and Our Father!" I know where I will spend eternity and because of this I live to please the ONE who died for me. The driver was intrigued and asked if we might continue this conversation another time.  I answered affirmatively and handed him my card.  I hope the day will come that this man...

White Puff Balls and the Gospel

By:  Jodi Aiken Wildflowers and weeds occupied the large lot next to the home where I grew up. I loved wandering around the turf searching for treasures. I especially liked to find dandelions. Their yellow petals transform into a white puff ball called a seed head. Finding my treasure, I would bend down, carefully breaking the stem without causing the ball to fall apart. While holding my breath, I held it close to my chest making a wish. Then, I would bring it up to my mouth and blow it as hard as I could. The white puff ball exploded in every direction as if carrying the message of my wish to a magical place. As I recalled this childhood memory, I recognized that as believers in Christ Jesus, we are much like the white puff ball of the dandelion. The ball holds many seeds, and each seed is attached to a stem with white fur...