Why were they like this? Why did they not hate us? We had arrested them,…
He was too far above us. But these Christians talked about knowing God, about God…
That night was the first of many. For the next several weeks, I lived a…
I said I am looking for brothers and sisters who follow Jesus. More silence. I…
But these Christians talked to God like like he was right there with them, like…
My name is Wasim. For three years, I was a Taliban prison guard in Herat…
They understood that their story mattered not just because they survived, but because their survival…
Somewhere ahead, separated by walls and social barriers more rigid than iron, Ellen was sitting…
Ellen lifted the pen, holding it awkwardly in her left hand, and brought it toward…
Baltimore was the worst of all the checkpoints, the last slave port before Pennsylvania, the…