Ev's husband passed away from cancer on Sunday, Novmber 24, 2002.  This is her 9-part journal.  She prays that it can help other people who are going through the grieving process. Part 1 - A man after God's heart Occasionally I sent parts of my journal as emails to those who were praying for me. This is the first one I sent just days after...

My wife Judy was called home to be with her Lord Jesus in heaven on May 25, 2001, after a 32-month struggle with breast cancer. Judy had run the race that Jesus set before her.  She struggled before crossing the starting line, but she did the most important part right: the FINISH.  She ended the race at full speed, charging ahead and eager for...

Today I can look back on 45 years of full-time Christian ministry, where we have scaled amazing heights we would have never dared to dream about. We have also plunged to depths of sorrow, betrayal and loss that we didn't know was possible. We have had dreams realized and dreams shattered. We have pastored large churches and small ones. We have often...

"For the anger of man does not produce the righteousness that God requires" (James 1:20.) Do you fly off the handle? “Fly off the handle” is a term used to describe what happens when someone erupts in sudden and uncontrolled anger. The phrase dates back to the time of the settlers, who relied on hand tools for their survival. The handles...

When Jim and I were planning to wed, we set aside an intense two hours for marriage preparation — not much of an investment for an idealistic 19- and 20 year-old couple. Unfortunately, no one pulled us aside to explain the secret to building a strong and lasting marriage. I figured if we were in lust — I mean love — we had what we needed for...

My husband, Steve, and I have been together for 13 years. Well, kind of. You see, we've had a very rocky marriage. We used to call ourselves "on again, off again." My husband had a full-time hobby that used to keep him very busy: it was called alcohol. I was far from perfect myself, and it wasn't easy to compete with the bottle, so we knew how to...

Toasting sparkling cider, my husband Arnie proudly announced, “To my partner in adventure!” I took a deep breath, looking inquisitively into his gleaming green eyes and smiled. We had just flown from Dallas, Texas to Fairbanks, Alaska and I was exhausted. I sipped my cider with one free hand (the other hand still wrapped snug in a ratty-crocheted...