By Walter Wood, Jr. I was amazed at the status that dogs seem to enjoy in Europe. First, there were lots of them in the parks, on the streets, in the homes, on the subways, and, of course, all with masters in tow. Many were well-dressed in the latest fashions in collars as well as outerwear. Most had high-tech leashes, that stretched beyond normal leash limits to allow the dogs greater freedom of movement. I was impressed with the dog food sections in the stores-much larger proportion
Assessing Old Assumptions and New Realities in the USSR
By Russell Chandler. The beefy young security guard, dressed in the standard Soviet military uniform of gray with red trim, stopped us at the entrance to the imposing Supreme Soviet building overlooking the Moscow River. We were there, I told him, to keep an appointment with Vyacheslav Pofosin, chairman of the Supreme Soviet Com
Called to Display His Spendor
By G. Carol Bomer. “Christian artists are twice blest.” I know. I not only know the excitement of the creative act-recreat
What Child is This?
By Peggy Townes. God, no! Not my son! Don’t let them kill my son!” As Mary stood trembling at the foot of the cross, her words suddenly begin to burn within her heart. “My son? MY son?… but God he’s Your son … YOUR Son! Why do You let them murder Your Son? In the mingled fog of exhaustion and confusion, Mary closed her burning eyes, too tired to pound any longer on Heaven’s iron gates, too angry to search any longer for the answers she so desperately desired.
Immediately, as though in a trance, her thoughts returned to her little home in Galilee. It had been many years since she had seen that home, but somehow now she saw it as clear
The First Demon
By Josiah Bancroft. I could barely see the words of my pocket Bible by the yellow back porch light.But it didn’t matter much. I was too distracted, too cold, and still too sleepy after a middle-of-the-night phone call had gotten me dressed and outside in a cold winter rain.
“Josiah?” It was J.O. Hunter. “Sorry to call so late, but I need some help. Diana Roper just called and said Larry’s gone crazy. I was going over there to help. Could you go with rne? I’ll swing by and get you.” I must have said yes because I was dressed, outside and waiting for J.O.’s truck. The cold air outside made my breath show and my mind race. Larry, crazy? What kind of crazy? I’d only met Larry once. Dressed in Levis, farm-muddied work boots and a cap hawking “Roundup” herbicide, he looked like lots of folks where we lived. He’d smiled and shook my hand when we met.
Crazy? Maybe a “marital dispute” got rough after too much beer or dope. That was possible. That could make you act crazy alright. My next “maybe…” was interrupted by J.O.’s truck turning into the drive. I jogged toward the headlights to keep J.O. from blowing the horn and wak
In The World
By Lee Taylor. The patient had leukemia. Expect