Dear Mayor Bloomberg, I grew up on the Kansas plains. On the sun-baked, windswept prairie, my grandfather and many others like him eked out their living… As farmers. The heat

In my vision, I am standing before the judgment seat of Christ. His warm, piercing eyes see right into my heart, and He’s asking me one question: “What did you

I got a text from a friend today. “There are just so many things to be praying about. Sometimes I feel burdened and overwhelmed.” That’s what she said. “I know