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The following letter expresses the heart of what this ministry tries to convey to our readers. This lady has truly discovered the JOY in “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth” (3 John 4).

From the time I was a baby, Dad and Mom taught us stories from the Bible. I remember us kids sitting on the floor as Dad went through the Old Testament, telling the stories of sin and judgment, of grace and sacrifice.

No Greater Joy Ministries is sending out this foursome (nine-some, if you count the kids) to minister the Word of God in drama. Pray for them as they go out with the ministry of reconciliation in Christ’s stead.

There is no such thing as a second generation Christian. The battle of faith must be fought alone, again and again, each time as if it were the first.

I’m alive! There was a time there in February that I thought I had written my last article and taught my last Bible study. I have heard the “funny” expression “serious as a heart attack” and passed it off as just a figure of speech, but never again.

Do you remember the old Etch-a-Sketch toys, where you turned the two dials to draw lines and designs on the screen? Rebekah brought it to me to show that she had written her name. I was shocked—astounded, actually. She had written her name beautifully, in cursive, but it was exactly backwards.

Everyone living today is a potential victim of cancer. It consumes the wealthy, the weak, the health food guru, the young nursing mom, and even children. It affects almost every family in modern society today.

When my son was three years old, I longed for him to have inspiring summer afternoons playing outside like I did when I was a child. One hot, sultry afternoon at nap time, I was reading to him his favorite little Red Fire Engine book when it suddenly dawned on me what I could do to give him a thrill.

My parents have come to live with us. It is the Asian tradition that the oldest in a household is the final authority and that the oldest woman has complete charge of decision-making concerning the children. My parents are both Buddhist...

Most moral boundaries are written in stone, clear to anyone who can and will see. We all know it’s wrong to smoke crack, watch MTV, or beat our wives.

Necessity may be the Mother of Invention, but frustration is a close second. Nothing frustrated me more than to be met at the most inopportune time with an empty roll of toilet paper!