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Noisy Quiet Times

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By Rebecca Jones. As a child, I always loved the Lord. One vivid childhood memory stands out. With the rest of my tearful family, I am at the bottom of the stairs of our home in Pennsylvania. A hurricane rages outside. Floods are pouring into our basement. Yet we are only aware that the doctor is upstairs examining my little seven month old sister-will she live or die?

Each of us prayed fervently that evening. I begged my Father in heaven to spare my baby sister. The following morning a surgeon performed exploratory surgery and discovered intussusception-in time! My sister Anne is now the mother of five!

From the moment her life was saved, I knew God was there and that He loved my family. By the time I was eleven I had established very regular habits of “devotions.” I don’t think I missed a day until I was married at twenty.

Earlier habits were disturbed. I was no longer alone in the evening and I had to get up and out early to my teach

On the Higher Status of Dogs, Bikes, and Walks in the Park

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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

The First Demon

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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

New Ways for New Days

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From the pulpit, I scanned the faces of several hundred people who had come to worship. At least that is what I hoped. Several things struck me as I looked over the congregation. One of the most obvious was the diversity of ages.

Three distinct age groups were there; the traditionalists (over 55), the baby boomers (26-45) and the baby busters (under 25). There were couples, fami