It starts so innocently. I slide into a booth at Los Corrales. The waiter flashes a smile and places a warm basket of golden chips on the table, along with a ceramic dipping bowl filled with gorgeous red salsa—my favorite salsa of all salsas. Dip the chip. Crunch....
In early 1952 my grandfather, Brother Dick Ackman, was on leave from the Army and had received orders to return to camp. He knew what that meant. He was being shipped to Korea. There was a significant chance that if he ended up in the warzone, he would not return...
By Brother Andrew DiNardo I recently had a Gideon moment. If you don’t recall the story, Gideon asked for a specific sign before he agreed to do what the Lord asked. Gideon asked God to make a piece of fleece wet with morning dew and the earth around it dry. Gideon...
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