
My name is Hassan Benali. On April 3rd, 2024, at approximately 7:38 in the evening, I died in my dining room in Casablanca, Morocco. My…
Activists followed them constantly, shouting their names and their purpose, making it impossible for them to move unobserved. store owners refused to serve them. Hotel…
We’re going to send a telegram to Georgia and verify your story. If it checks out, you’ll be on your way. If it doesn’t, he…
Just one more night in slave territory. One more night before the final crossing. Ellen moved toward the ticket office, weaving through the crowd. Behind…
William emerged from the lower deck as the gang plank was lowered, trunk balanced on his shoulder. He moved with the other enslaved passengers being…
Nasty weather for traveling,” the man said, settling into his seat with the casual comfort of someone who belonged there. His voice carried the smooth…
Fear of the growing crowds gathering at the miracle site. Fear of the international attention and the videos circulating worldwide showing God’s supernatural protection. The…
As I stood before his bench, flanked by armed guards, I could see in his expression that my fate had already been decided. This wasn’t…

My name is Pastor David Coleman. I’m 42 years old and on November 2nd, 2020, I should have died in a public square in Riyad,…
Watching him teach, seeing his passion for both Torah and for Jesus, fills me with pride and gratitude. Miriam, now an adult, is still exploring.…





