Growing up as a VBS frequent, I know the Armor of God imagery pretty well. From the helmet of salvation to the sword of the spirit, I have participated in multiple skits and crafted a handful of paper soldiers in my time. While I could recite the ...

I will never forget the first night of my first term as a cross-cultural worker. Jet-lagged and adrenaline pumping, my husband and I tried to sleep in the humid air while our one-year-old slept fitfully beside us in the Asian equivalent of a pack ...

I was riding a city bus and talking to the lady seated in the row in front of me when, for some unknown reason, I decided to look behind me. I gasped. I was staring at a man whose face was so distorted with hate that he looked like a gargoyle. His...

A suffocating weight settled on my chest as I lay in bed. It was as though a heavy blanket of darkness was being pulled up my body. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. I’m usually pretty confident in prayer and decently good with w...