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They drove wordlessly to the retirement center to see Diane’s mother. Diane had asked Jordan to come. He said yes, hating that he hadn’t seen his mother-in-law for nearly a year, and hating that he didn’t want to see her now.

A close friend of mine, Greg, died when I was in high school. I was a brand new Christian and it affected me profoundly. Then after I’d been a pastor five years, my mother died in 1981.

Truth without grace is unbending, like the law of gravity. Gravity doesn’t take into consideration the fact that the individual in the car is young, kind, tired or didn’t mean to get too close to the edge of the cliff. When the car plunges off the precipice, gravity shows no sympathy. Truth tells us we’re sick. Only grace can cure us.

Usually I like best the kind of book I’m currently working on.

I grew up with one half brother, but had four older siblings from my dad’s previous marriage.

“The Pill” is the popular term for more than forty different commercially available oral contraceptives. In medicine, they are commonly referred to as BCPs (birth control pills) or OCs (oral contraceptives). 

Some churches today embrace truth, but need a heavy dose of grace. Other churches talk about grace, but cry out for a heavy dose of truth.

Death is not a hole; it’s a door. We don’t end; we relocate.

Randy Alcorn’s life, calling, and ministry can be rolled up in one word: perspective.

Dear Fellow Sojourner, What can I do to get you to read this book?

Note from Randy Alcorn: This is a daughter’s fictional letter to her mother in the year 2043. The author is unknown to me, and I’ve taken the liberty to edit it slightly, and add a final sentence.

These are some passages to study, meditate on and memorize. Some of these aren’t new to you, but they have a cumulative force as they touch different aspects of our struggles and God’s counsel to us.

12 stories on giving complied by Randy Alcorn.

When we lock our eyes on our cancer, arthritis, fibromyalgia, diabetes, or disability, self-pity and bitterness can creep in. When we spend our days rehearsing the tragic death of a loved one, we will interpret all life through the darkness of our suffering. How much better when we focus upon Jesus!