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An Easter Bunny Lesson

March 01, 2011

By Marla Graham

It was Saturday afternoon before Easter here at the Graham house when my children saw the neighbor cat carrying something in his mouth. At first, the thought was that he was really a she, and there were new kittens to welcome. However, in just a short time, Jeremiah (my oldest) discovered that the cat was actually carrying a baby bunny. The cat was bringing home the bacon so to speak. (Gross, I know, but it is a reality!)

My children, indignant at the very thought, quickly chased the cat away and just as quickly coaxed their soft-hearted daddy into rescuing the bunny. My husband, Jerry, gently bathed the badly wounded bunny and treated “Fighter” (yes, they named it!) with antibiotic spray. Later he nursed Fighter with a syringe and some special milk. As we went to bed the kids all prayed for the bunny, and we were hopeful that Fighter might actually make it. My husband and I discussed what an awesome Easter stor ...

How Do You Spell Success?

March 01, 2011

By James Castellano

Success comes in many forms. At times it presents itself as a neatly disguised problem. At times, it can be quite elusive, similar to grabbing a handful of air. And still at other times, success can be grasped and held onto easily. While i ...

The Grace of God

March 01, 2011

By Tom Barnette
"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith..." Ephesians 2:8

Some people think that Grace is merely the name of the girl who lives next door, but grace is a theological concept. Some have attempted to define it, saying that it ...

So Many Children without a Father

March 01, 2011

By Brian Sallee
It was a hot day. And though it wasn't any different from the usual in southeastern Iraq, it made a sniper's job tough to do. He remembered a briefing he had read earlier.
"Prolonged temperatures can affect the human body in ways that ca ...

Unconditional Love

March 01, 2011

By Barb Winters
Growing up I longed for the day I would dance in the arms of a man who would make me feel special. At age ten, I shut my bedroom door, walked past the lace-white canopy bed, picked up a 45 (think CD), and put it on the record player. I dragged my chair acr ...