“I rejoiced when they said unto me, ‘Let’s go to the house of the Lord.’ ” (Psalm 122:1) I had a conversation recently with a Christian friend who told me he didn’t really need to “go to church.” He said
I came across an old account this week of one of the weirdest stories I have ever heard, and it’s true. It’s about a Frenchman named Michael Lotito, who has a rather weird appetite. Let’s just say he’s into metal.
“If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would I get into heaven?” a man asked the children in his Sunday School class. “No!” the children all
I saw on the news that today marks the 65th anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb on the city of Hiroshima, Japan. Two days later, on Aug. 8, 1945, a B-29 dropped a second bomb on the city