I used to work at a farm that sold sheep and goats to ethnic Muslim immigrants from all over the Middle East, Africa, and Asia. One day, as I was working on some chores, several young Mauritanian men walked in the door and asked me to help them choose a … Read More
It was a sweltering summer afternoon in Columbus, Ohio. I stood on the sidewalk, staring into the irate eyes of a woman who had been passing by. I, along with some folks from church, had left my secluded house in the country to hold signs and pass out tracts outside … Read More
I once attended a talk on the early Christian church by a professor of history. I don’t recall many details; however, one bit has stuck with me. It was after the presentation that I sidled up to the professor with a question. I had noticed that the historic church throughout … Read More