If I knew there was a man that lived down the street that hated my family and was hell-bent on our destruction it would, obviously, cause me to be quite unsettled. It would radically change the way that we lived… Continue Reading
A resting in notions of Gospel truth, or in the recollection of past comforts, without a continual thirst for fresh communications from the Fountain of life, is, I am afraid, the canker which eats away the beauty and fruitfulness of… Continue Reading
“I wish my letters may be a bridle to you and yours a spur to me.” Those words came from the pen of John Newton to a much younger John Ryland, Jr. Newton was almost 50 when he wrote these… Continue Reading
I don’t typically respond to other people’s articles, and I try to stay out of controversy. Hopefully I do not regret responding here, but Les Puryear seems to be a reasonable man and if there were any discussion I think… Continue Reading