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JESSE'S JOURNEY HOME PROLOGUE Sand stung my legs and dust clouded around me as daddy's old, weathered and word maroon station wagon made a u-turn and sped from the driveway. Teary eyed, I jumped up and down - almost stumping - frantically waving my hands and screaming, "Daddy! Please Daddy! Don't leave me!" I felt this hole in my heart as he stopped briefly at the driveway's end, and then exited onto the main road. I knew he could see me. The station wagon made a loud screeching noise. I stoo...

Owning and operating a radio station was perhaps the furthest thing from the mind of 36-year-old entrepreneur James Green when God first dropped the concept in his spirit. But like many of us, he sat on the idea until the passion to develop the idea grew so strong that he could no longer deny it. The idea interrupted his sleep, kept his mind focusing on strategies and tactics, until he sat down and wrote the vision just as God had placed it in his heart. With support from his wife Linda, he u...

I cry for them. Babies and mothers cradled on mats in dark corners of shanties in countries scorched and shunned by color and war, violence and disease They suffer needlessly in silence unseen, as hope lies in the hands of able nations holding medicine viles and knowlege by purse strings that could bring death to its knees -- if not for politics and joy to widows -- who have already lost so much and orphans whose -- whose lives are now overshadowed by fear. I cry for them. From a distant land...

I see him … dangling from the precarious heights of the building’s edge. 22 stories in the sky. It’s familiar to him. Yet today, he hangs on as a stranger. If he could hear me from the ground below, I’d tell him that once he’d tasted the goodness of God – I mean, really tasted it .. It would be hard for him to go back to the Brick and mortar Glass pains and silicon from Times past I’d tell him that Returning to the tenants in this old building Fused with old beliefs and An old outlook on life...

“Fear, loneliness, pain and rejection had become my faithful companions,” wrote Evangelist Millicent Ellis in an excerpt from her book, Running Toward Life: Released from the Outskirts of Living. “As I looked down into the land of the living, they paralyzed me with thoughts of hopelessness. Rejection raised its ugly head and said, ‘The living will never welcome you.’” As far as Millicent Ellis was concerned, she had been running away from life for more than 40 years. Internally, she had died ...