(July 24, 2022) Michael Ashcraftreports amazing news…
When Danish street-preacher Torben Søndergaard was arrested by the FBI recently on suspicion of smuggling arms into America, it was a real head-scratcher.
The zealous founder of The Last Reformation decided to leave Denmark after insistent pressure by authorities and the media. His abuses? Treating mental illness as if ‘it were demon possession, encouraging people to stop taking their meds when healed by God, and home-schooling his daughters.’
The Danish persecution was a case study of atheistic entities confronting a faith-filled firebrand; the non-believers marshalled their forces so unrelentingly that Torben determined his name had been tarnished irreparably in Denmark that he needed a clean start and applied for asylum in America.
(January 18, 2022) Jerry Wiles challenges us not to assume that someone is a Christian because they attend church or work at a Christian college!
In the early 1990s I was introduced to the work of Living Water International. At that time, it was estimated that 1.2 billion people around the world were without access to clean, safe drinking water. (That number has been reduced to approximately 770 million today).
That was an eye-opener for many of us who have grown up with indoor plumbing and safe water at the turn of a tap. We in the modern Western world enjoy many benefits and privileges, that we often take for granted. The more time we spend in other parts of the world can give us a greater appreciation for the things we sometimes take for granted.
It can help us overcome some of our false assumptions. While spending some time in a communist country a few years ago, a young lady asked me, ‘Is it true that in your country, there is a church in every village?’
(November 9, 2021) Carol Round reminds us of Isaiah’s godly challenge…
‘Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?’ (Isaiah 58:7 ESV).
Driving by a deserted store front, I did a double take. Underneath the overhang was a mishmash of stuff. Someone’s meagre belongings. An empty cart. A lump of humanity huddled under a blanket.
In a town with a population under 20,000, it’s not a common sight here. I’ve seen people passing through with backpacks or pushing carts, but I’d never experienced a homeless person living on the streets in our community. In larger metropolitan areas, yes.
Overcome with sadness, I prayed, and continued to finish the errands I was running that afternoon. But the image of someone trying to stay warm under a thin blanket kept me company.