CHESNEE, S.C. (BP) — Recently, while discussing the current civil unrest with a friend, I shared with her an account of a man in whose life I had the privilege of planting the seed of the Gospel. The transformation in his life was quite remarkable. Here is his story: We will call my friend “John.” […]
Family physician Robert Jackson recounts life-or-death decisions faced by the father of a daughter with leukemia and a group of pastors and deacons pondering the fate of unreached people in Asia.
I opened the paper chart, saw the positive pregnancy test, gritted my teeth, and breathed a silent prayer as I opened the door to exam room 2. I was immediately aware of the suffocating atmosphere in the room, where my patient, a lovely blonde with striking blue eyes, was perched on the table. A high school cheerleader, church youth leader, and academic leader in her school, she had already been accepted at several colleges with multiple scholarships. ...
In a small, crowded room in India, family physician Robert Jackson encounters the persecuted church. "I didn't deserve to rub shoulders with men who had been beaten, imprisoned and tortured for advancing the Kingdom of Christ," he writes.
"That's the last time I ever saw my dad," family physician Robert Jackson writes of the day his dad prayed for him before dying in a plane crash the next day. "My memories of my dad are precious, deep and rich," Jackson writes of the many ways his father had shown his love for his family.