I was a pre-law student when my life changed forever. What began as a historical curiosity soon became a spiritual hunger. If God could shake a nation through one surrendered heart, then surely He could move in mine.
In a performance-driven culture where rewards are tied to productivity and achievement, the idea that God rewards us not solely based on our works but on our faith is revolutionary.
In the hallowed halls of American history, the White House has never been a museum frozen in amber—it's a living, breathing seat of executive power, shaped by the hands of leaders who dared to leave their mark.
When one hears the term peace process, it's tempting to believe that the war in the Middle East is merely political—borders, land, and ceasefires. Yet that interpretation misses something far more profound.
A few years ago, a headline from The New York Times caught my attention: “Iraq Suffers as the Euphrates River Dwindles.” It resonated not because of climate concerns, but because of prophecy. The article inadvertently referenced one of the most stunning end-time predictions in Scripture:
The progressive left has become a kaleidoscope of causes, each new week bringing a fresh banner to wave, a new slogan to chant, and a new enemy to vilify.
In a world increasingly shaped by global health emergencies, it seems like we’re seeing the same playbook unfold again—this time with the virus known as monkeypox.
