This story, by an unknown author, was ciruclated years ago. It is likely fictional, as many such stories are, but think of it as a parable.  

It's summertime, and many recent high school graduates will be starting college for the first time this fall. Other young people are beginning to look into which college they would like to attend in the next few years.

To be honest, I sometimes tire of all the emailed and website warnings I receive about how the civil rights of Christians are being eroded. Yes, there is usually some truth in them, but overstatement as well. So I’m sometimes skeptical. In this case, however, posting this article from the Washington Times seems appropriate.  

I read this question and answer, from Paul Tripp on the Desiring God blog. For those of you not familiar with Paul, he's the president of Paul Tripp Ministries, whose purpose is "to place the truths of the Gospel—the person and work of Jesus Christ—in the middle of the messy and confusing situations and relationships in which every person lives."

When I first answered this question a few years ago, a friend was holding her eighteen-month-old son in her arms, waiting for him to breathe his last. She was praying over him, reading Psalms aloud, trying to comfort and prepare him—and herself—for what was to come.

Thirty years ago, Ron Rohman began preaching in front of the old Pioneer Courthouse at SW Fifth and Morrison streets in downtown Portland, Oregon. Now that their children are grown, his wife Karen (pictured here with Ron) has joined him in his ministry, which they call intercessory evangelism.

Romans 1:20 says, “For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made.” The entire creation declares what God is like. That includes animals.

Today is the twentieth anniversary of an unforgettable experience. In 1989, I’d spoken at a missionary conference in Palmer, Alaska. Afterward, we were headed north to Galena, on the Yukon River, by small plane.

Thirty-five years ago was also the wedding of my best friend Jerry Hardin, who's now with Jesus. That's me on the right. (Jerry's the skinny one.)