© 2004 Joan Wester Anderson Last week Wal-Marts held their after-Thanksgiving sales around the country, and Ruby Whitehurst wouldn’t have dreamed of missing hers. “I work with a young, single, wonderful mother who I will call Jessie,” Ruby says. “Jessie is from Puerto
by Amrik Mahi Some years ago I was working in London and was demoted twice in the space of eighteen months. On the first occasion I went to the Sikh Temple, my religion at the time, and dutifully prayed everyday for almost twelve
Christine Mulcauer’s postal service shift ended about three a.m. on Christmas Eve morning and despite the freezing cold, she decided to stop at the all-night grocery store on her way home to buy ingredients for Christmas cookies. “My family calls me ‘The Christmas
By Carrie In May this year (2004) my husband and I were traveling by tour bus around the U.K. As we were driving to our overnight hotel stay at Airth Castle Hotel, near Falkirk, Scotland, the bus slowed down because there was traffic
by Bonnie Kirby In late May of 1969 my heart was full of the joy of life. God had given me a fresh start in life and a loving new husband to share it with. We have been together now for over thirty-five
Maria D. Acosta This story is a true story as told to me by my wonderful mother who has since departed this earth. The year was 1967 and my mother had been hospitalized at Glendale Adventist Hospital for four months. What started out
By Sigfried Brian Barger Reprinted by permission from “The Simple Touch of Fate.” Fate is an unexpected intervention by the Divine that often is considered to be coincidence by mere mortals like us. My sister was dying of cancer. I was very sad
submitted by Diane M. Hale I will pour out my Spirit On those who serve me and signs on the earth below [Acts 2:18-19 The Message] As I stood pumping gas mentally grumbling at the price of gasoline and wondering at my ability to
From “Story of the Week” a weekly newsletter published by author, Joan Wester Anderson Used by permission A few years ago Meredith Mulock took her three young children to a park in the mountains of Colorado. At the edge of the park was