By Julie Lyons

Raphael Adebayo was shaking with anger. He was so incensed, he almost slapped the American woman who dared to call the prophet Muhammad a “fake.”

In the end he just turned and walked away.

Adebayo went to his car, still trembling. He pounded the steering wheel. “Fake? Fake? Mohammed fake?” He kept repeating the word.

This woman had seriously spoiled his day. In Nigeria, she wouldn’t have got off scot-free. He would have struck her. But he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said.

Love in the Time of Terror

By Stephanie Morris-Graves

When you fall in love with your college sweetheart, marry him, and have three children together, then travel abroad to fulfill what you believe is your God-given calling, you never imagine that your fairy-tale life will come to an end on a summer’s day with your husband shot dead next to you in a steamy jungle. But that’s exactly how Gracia Burnham’s fairy tale ended.

Gracia was in Dallas recently to tell how God showed Himself to her in the middle of unthinkably horrific circumstances. Martin and Gracia Burnham’s story began about 20 years earlier on the campus of Calvary Bible College in Kansas City, where the two young students were introduced through a mutual friend. Martin, a pilot in training, had grown up on the mission field in the Philippines, and there was a good chance he’d end up in missions himself.

By Chuck Goldberg

Stanley Praimnath couldn’t understand why so many family members were calling him at work. The morning of 9/11 seemed like any other in his 81^st-floor office at Fuji Bank, which occupied floors 79 through 82 in Tower 2 of the World Trade Center in New York City. Today, however, everyone wondered if he was OK—but they wouldn’t say why.

Praimnath had risen quickly through the ranks at Fuji Bank, going from loan administrator to assistant treasurer/vice-president within six months, running operations on the 81^st floor.

A self-described early bloomer, Praimnath always rose fast. In his native Guyana, he taught high school for more than eight years, then came to the United States at age 26 in 1982, joining his parents in Queens, New York. After about a year as a shipping clerk in the Jersey City garment district, he joined a bank in the Wall Street area as a corporate data entry clerk. Within six months, he became supervisor over his area. After a corporate merger, he got laid off and eventually joined Fuji in 1989.

By Chuck Goldberg

 “… Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” (2 Cor. 4:16, NIV).

Saddled with Lou Gehrig’s disease, Scott Brodie is far removed from his days playing basketball, football, and softball. Long gone are health-club racquetball, working out, and coaching the church men’s and women’s softball teams.

Today, he cannot fend for himself at all; he is incapable of independently eating, dressing, or bathing. Nor can he use his arms, but he can type with his toes and communicate a form of sign language with his feet. Even blinking is difficult, requiring the help of his wife, Glennis, who also serves as interpreter, since his voice is reduced to sounds unintelligible to anyone else.