Columnist Gene C. Fant Jr. tells how God reminded him that though we may forget what we pray for sometimes, He remembers and answers -- even decades later.
JACKSON, Tenn. (BP)--Recently my wife and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary with a trip to Mexico.
JACKSON, Tenn. (BP)--Some time ago I visited a church in another town; it was a pleasant service, with pretty music and a brief but impassioned sermon. The service concluded with the congregants embracing and encouraging each other.
JACKSON, Tenn. (BP)--As a literature professor, I have a favorite Scripture passage: Acts 8. Philip meets the Ethiopian eunuch and says, “Do you understand what you are reading?” The eunuch replies, “How can I unless someone explains it to me?”
JACKSON, Tenn. (BP)--My parents believed in sacrificial living. When I was 4, we loaded up a U-Haul trailer, and we moved from Mississippi to a small village in Western New York, where we helped to start a church in our own home. My parents made it clear as to why we had left my grandparents and cousins: God had led us to serve Him in another place.
JACKSON, Tenn. (BP)--When I was 8 years old, I had the chickenpox. I was bumpy and feverish and completely miserable. I lamented to my mom and dad, “This is even worse than going to church!”