Author: nowwhat

Back to the basics of authentic faith. by John Vaughn as told to Muriel Larson   The English teacher at my high school took a special interest in me. “Here’s a book you might enjoy reading, John,” he suggested. It was by Bertrand Russell, a famous atheist. I read it and wanted more. Deep discussion…

Spiritual enlightenment comes to an intellectual. by George Mulfinger as told to Muriel Larson   “Is there really such a thing as an atheist?” some Christians have asked me. I can testify that there is, because I was an atheist for four years. I did not believe a god existed — or rather, the only…

It’s not what you know; it’s Who you know. by Trey Graham   When I was stationed in Alexandria, Virginia, I visited many of our nation’s most sacred historical landmarks. During one of my visits to Washington, D.C., I toured the White House office complex. My escort, Captain Mark Westbrook, showed me around the various…

Finding the source of true fulfillment. by Cristin Yasinsac as told to Christy Heitger-Casbon   “Ugh!” I moaned as I studied my reflection in my bedroom mirror. Who is this girl staring back at me? I’d been raised in a Christian home and had done Christian things, like going to youth group and Bible study….

Divine ways of connecting with ahuman being’s deepest need. by Anna Marie Whiting as told to Jewell Johnson   Glancing toward the door of my prison cell, I noticed a book wedged between the bars. How did it get there? I wondered. It was Living on the Ragged Edge, by Charles R. Swindoll. I opened…

You never know when the end will come. by Michael B. Ross   Twenty years ago I was a young man heading off to an Ivy League college. Like most people my age, I didn’t think of my mortality. I believed I was immortal: Tomorrow would always be there. Now I sit alone in a…

Street-smart and world-wise — but empty. by Tony Nelson as told to Terry Arries   I nocked an arrow in my compound bow and shot Joey. Just before I released the arrow, he turned around in the doorway of my bedroom and saw me. “T, what are you doing?” he shouted. I answered softly, “Don’t…

We can run, but we cannot hide. by Ed Crook as told to Muriel Larson   “There’s been a burglary,” the police sergeant grunted. “About an hour ago, three men broke into a house near the Beltway, and they got away. Maybe the dogs can track them down.” I jumped into my cruiser with Major,…

Jesus is the answer to our deepest questions. by Candi Long as told to Muriel Larson   When I was a freshman in college, an atheist lived on my floor in the dorm. What a shame, I thought. Somebody ought to tell her about God. I went to the girl’s room. “Terry, I heard you’re…

A peace officer finds peace. by Bill Holland as told to Muriel Larson   The wails of two small children greeted my ears as I entered the trailer house. Trained as a criminal investigator to observe quickly, I took in the scene at a glance. It was not a pretty sight. The children’s mother sat…