If you don't have clean drinking water, your life is over. Until you have a source of that life-sustaining fluid, nothing else matters. That's why Marvin Kehler and a scattered team of aid workers, geologists, machinists and business people, partnering with Campus Crusade for Christ and many churches, are working hard to come up with innovative...

Looking for a meaningful volunteer opportunity that will allow you to make new friends while earning a great return on your time? Then check out the Fraser Valley Gleaners Society (FVG), an Abbotsford-based, non-profit organization dedicated to sharing God’s compassion for the poor by addressing their need for food. The logic behind FVG God...

Several years ago I was challenged to think about what I had accomplished in my life, and Lord willing, what I would do over the remainder of the years I may be allowed to live.  My upbringing, education and career were centered very much on “accomplishing” (ie: being all that I could be, based on my God-given intelligence.) Truly blessed I...

For years, I lived on autopilot. I ate, breathed, shopped, studied--and generally went through life--without knowing why. I made decisions based on how I felt at the time. Still, the deeper questions of life haunted me. "Why am I here?" I wondered. "Who am I? Where do I want to go? And how can I get there?" I sat in coffee shops, perused bookstores,...

I am a New York City Police Officer. On July 12, 1986, I was on patrol in Central Park and stopped to question three teenagers. While I was questioning them, the oldest, a fifteen-year-old, took out a gun and shot me in the head and neck. Thanks to the quick action of my fellow police officers, I was rushed to a hospital. A few days later, once...

My son has not been the same since the tsunami. It seems that nothing I can do will help. Sometimes I feel that everything I try to do only makes the situation worse. There is a refund but it doesn't come with a guarantee The first thing I did after the disaster was to take the family from our damaged house and look for a safe and dry shelter....

The first boy we visited, Jarmain, was 16 years old and the skinniest person I have ever seen. He was huddled underneath the covers in his bed, peering at us with his yellowed and somber eyes. His condition was unknown. He looked like a famine victim. He was skin and bones. We prayed for him, but in my heart I wondered to what good this would...