Crying for the Lost

Similar Posts

  • With God All Things are Possible

    I didn’t learn to walk until I was three years old.  A doctor from India who could barely speak English realized that my middle ear was drained dry, so he started me on a medicine that took care of the problem.  That’s when I started walking.  But I still had a balance problem, which caused me to fall easily, so I lived with bangs and bruises, often covered in Band-aids. …

  • Loving thy Neighbor

    As I mentioned in a previous blog, when we lived in Valdosta, Georgia, we started a Bible study in our home for the single GIs who were stationed at Moody AFB.  One of our regular attendees was Rodney.  He became a good friend.  He enjoyed playing with the kids or serenading little Jamie on his guitar.  Rodney was also a member of our church and he was just as faithful…

  • The Search for a Sitter (Part 2)

    After receiving an invitation from a missionary friend of ours to join his tour group in Israel, I went on the hunt for a baby-sitter.  That wasn’t an easy task.  We were stationed in Greece and lived on the economy, so of the few people I knew, there weren’t many who could watch the kids.  Then one day, Major Bailey’s wife, Raynel, called me about a lady interested in the…

  • We are Debtors

    I am posting this story with permission.  Although Stephen and his family are serving the Lord in the Middle East, this took place in Albuquerque, New Mexico not too long ago during the week of a Bible conference, and I would like to share it.  For safety reasons, I can only give you his first name. …By Stephen… …Along with the normal conference meetings, we had a special gathering on…

  • Serving Christ Where Ever God Leads

    Being military, we moved around quite a bit.  And the first thing we always did upon relocating to a new area was to find a church home.  This was the first time that we were looking for a new church home without moving.  The most important thing to both Floyd and me in considering a church home was doctrine.  I didn’t look for a place where I could serve Christ,…

  • One Little Slip

    I attended a two year community college, where I majored in journalism.  As a writer, I found it important to use good grammar.  But my grammar usage wasn’t always the best, so my newspaper advisor often corrected me.  When he  corrected me, I corrected my statement and continued talking.  It wasn’t long before I started correcting myself.  “Me and Cheree think that…”  Pause.  “Cheree and I think that…”  Then after…