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!

My grief washed over me like a tidal wave.

Is there hope of heaven for one who commits suicide?

It felt extra cold this morning on my way to work, so I decided to go through the McDonalds’ drive-thru to get a hot cup of coffee.

From Our Daily Letters

I have heard it said many times that the foundation of a house is the most important part of the structure, so above all else the foundation must be laid correctly. The foundation is soon covered and forgotten, but the integrity of the house continues to depend on it.

I understand the strength of their addiction. They may refuse any alternative. It may be that they do not find anything as fun as punching buttons and looking at a flashing screen.

I’m not a superstitious person, but it’s no longer hard for me to believe in beginner’s luck.

It is not a tough exterior that God desires or that people admire; it is a tough spirit, an overcoming spirit, a spirit of service, caring not for the sparse thanks, nor flinching at misunderstanding.

It is hard to keep our mouths shut. Others want to know how the miracle happened…but our pastor says it is against “the law” of the church…the ONLY law our church has ever had.

Until recently, I never understood the passage “...they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies” (Psalm 58:3)

Some of my favorite memories of growing up are of working beside my parents.

If Calvinism is a heresy, then Spurgeon is a heretic. Yes, or no?

I am writing a book just for men.

“Do I ever have a day where everything goes wrong and the children will not stop crying?” I sure do.

Gracie will be turning three in October. I told my mom last week that I was going to start schooling her this year, and Mom said, “You have been schooling her for almost three years now.”

Either I have forgotten what it is like to be solely responsible for a two-year-old, or I have gotten out of shape—both physically and mentally.

Blame was the second sin. Adam fell by eating the forbidden fruit, but he cut himself off from restoration when he blamed God for giving to him the woman who “caused” him to disobey.

I think I know the frustration of a doctor working the Saturday night shift in the trauma unit of a big city hospital.

Not much scares me. I’m a young man, strong, fast, sharp, on the edge. I’ve hunted crocodiles out of dugout canoes in piranha-infested waters in the middle of the night.

Have you ever given a gift to a young teen and watched her face draw up with an expression that was half irritation and half mockery, vividly showing her disdain for your stupid choice?

As our ministry continues to expand rapidly, we become more of a target for the naysayers. Of late, we have two primary groups that oppose us.

Do you have swollen feet? It is not only uncomfortable; it can also be a threat to your health.

Spurgeon says, “Christ died for the ungodly.” Read what one ungodly woman experienced.

Our children come into this world without a single habit.

My wife read “Created To Be His Help Meet”, but it did not change her or our marriage.

From a reader: We have a question about fear. We are a missionary family in Guatemala, where it is very common to see armed guards outside of almost every store.

What does an old sock full of dog food and a roll of rabbit cage wire have in common?

From a reader: I have a 6-year-old and an 8-year-old. We have preached the Gospel of Christ to them and read out of the Bible daily.

The WOW of herbs seems to hit me over the head quite frequently.

I remember so clearly how it used to be: “What are we going to do, Daddy?” Now it is: “What are we going to do, Big Papa?”