Five of us siblings were in the backyard tossing around a wig that someone had given our mom but she never wore. Isaac was the oldest at ten, followed by Walter, Nigel, Julie, and me, six years old.
Flung for a Purpose
Seventeen-year-old Isaac hunkered down with Grandpa Jim and cousins Walter and Levy as Hurricane Hattie battered their large wooden house. Unable to withstand the category 4 force winds, the house
The Inside
As I exited the supermarket, I saw an older lady in the parking lot near her car with its hood up. “It just won’t start,” she said, visibly distressed. She explained that she lived some 30 miles outside the city and didn’t
Every Nook and Cranny
My friend Christine agreed to teach me the basics of cake decorating, beginning with “piping.” I knew there was an art to it, but how hard could it be to stuff a bag with frosting and squeeze it out? Turns out, there’s
Eyes on Him
It was Family Sunday at church, so the children remained in the sanctuary the entire service. After a lively memory verse activity, the leader asked for volunteers to go up front and recite the verse. Quick as a blink
Rescued for a Purpose
Kenroy knew he should not have been out there in that river. Not only was he cutting school; he couldn’t swim! If Ma ever hear ’bout this, he thought as he waded a little farther toward the other boys having a
Through Him Who Gives Me Strength
Many of us take advantage of the new year to make fresh starts or recommit to neglected goals: Begin that exercise routine we’ve been talking about for months. Study the Bible more regularly.
Keep Going
Reflecting on his experience of grace, founder of Methodism John Wesley said he felt his heart “strangely warmed.” Other converts speak of feeling “washed” or “new.” Sometimes, though, it takes years
Apply Your Physics!
My high school physics teacher Mr. Hyde often encouraged us to apply classroom theory in real-world situations. In Second Form, during the weeks leading up to the Ninth of March Kite Festival in Belize City
Dancing Up a Storm
Someone asked this question online the other day: What do you look forward to seeing when you go to Heaven? The first picture that came to mind was my mom, before her body aged and a series of