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How a near death experience clarified one man’s life on earth.

The prodigal is your neighbor…or possibly yourself.

“Tis human to be dissatisfied. Christmas delivers the surprising solution to the perpetual problem.

How Jesus’ first blessing proves the first step into joy.

My father, C. Rees Jenkins, Jr., died in his sleep on Saturday morning, September 19. Here’s a tribute shared once when we celebrated his birth, now updated as he crosses over to the other side of the grave.

  Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven (Matthew 5:3). In my darkest hour, I claimed the treasure that bathes my life in Light. This prized possession brings me happiness greater than I knew possible. Like you, I spent my younger...