One of my fondest childhood memories is of going to my aunt’s house every Easter and embarking on an epic Easter egg hunt. With a laser sharp memory and steely determination, I set out each year to beat my record of collected eggs from the previous year. …

When I was around twenty, I took my first mission trip. As a kid who grew up in a lower socioeconomic bracket, I thought I understood poverty. Traveling to other states and countries taught me otherwise. …

Holidays are tough for me. As a child, I experienced the throes of trauma, so celebratory occasions can bring back some unfortunate memories. In his loving kindness, God gave me examples of believers who demonstrated healthy, godly relationships. After significant growth and spiritual maturity, I learned what true love looks like. …

In the German occupation of Norway in World War II, King Haakon was forced to flee into the mountainous interior pursued by Nazi emissaries. They demanded that he submit to their superior force. The reply was a firm negative followed by the establishment of a Norse government in exile in London. …

A few years ago in Oslo, Norway, I saw the sturdy boat of Fridtjof Nansen, the polar explorer, humanitarian, and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1922. This vessel was aptly named, Fram, which means forward. …

Zacchaeus climbed up into a tree to catch a glimpse of Jesus in the multitude that passed by. This became the decisive moment in his life. …

Ernie Pyle, the noted war correspondent, was a man of moods. He is reported to have said in a time of deep despondency, “If you have any light, shine it in my direction. God knows I have run out of light.” …

Tourists invariably are amazed at the towering sequoias in the California forests. The rings in these gigantic trees indicated that they were centuries old when Jesus was here on earth. …

Not long ago I heard about a man who ran at breakneck speed to catch a bus. When he had succeeded in boarding it, he asked the driver breathlessly, “Where is this bus going anyway?” …

“Years ago I read the story of a man who found a five-dollar bill on the street. From that time on he never lifted his eyes when walking. …”