Human trafficking survivor, Markie Dell, recounts her frightening and yet deeply educational experience and her journey to healing...
Thirty surgeries later, Johannes Christian had a reconstructed face--“They made me look like Denzel,” he jokes
“What, capital murder? Me? I have never harmed anyone. Me? Are you sure?” Graves’ pleas fell on deaf ears, despite the lack of any physical evidence linking him to the crime. Thus, he was accused of killing a family he had never even met.
Brett Archibald, was on a surfing trip in Indonesia when he fell overboard in the middle of the night. One man, all alone in the ocean fighting the elements, fending off sharks, battling to keep his sanity as he held on.
A fellow faculty member asked Celestin Musekura what he was doing to prepare for his upcoming mission trip, and the Dallas Theological Seminary adjunct professor told her that he was working out to strengthen his back—in case he got beat up.
Robert Hoge was born in Brisbane, in 1972 to Mary and Vince Hoge. He had a large tumor as big as a newborn baby's fist in the middle of his face, eyes at the side of his head and deformed legs. Initially, his mother rejected him and wished he would die but she later reconciled her feelings about his appearance.
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.
Mary Nkirote, a domestic violence survivor from Kenya, recently shared her story of marital bliss gone sour and deadly. Her husband did the unthinkable but to God be the glory, she is able to share and encourage others with her experience.
Keisha Green's life was forever changed after a ghastly automobile accident on August 23, 2013. The 32-year-old mother of 3 and successful business woman made it out alive with a determination to live.
These taunts laid the foundation for many pity parties. “Why me?” was the question I used to put before God, and whenever my mother came home from work and saw I’d been crying, she would try her best to convince me I was beautiful. Her words had a way of gently draining away the malicious words I had suffered.
It was only after someone came up with the idea of providing Gidado with a handcrafted wooden wagon (measuring around four feet) to get around in that Gidado started to rise above his pain and misery. With the help of his family and friends who took Gidado where he needed to go, he made the most of a very delicate situation and lived a “normal life.”
I was devastated that my chances of childbearing were suddenly not looking so good.
My fiancé Dennis, however, dismissed this news, replying that the doctors were not God. His reaction gave me hope and courage, so I sought a second opinion with a highly respected gynecologist who had helped countless women. However, he declared my chances of having children “very low.”
As Ikomi and her family approached a construction site, they were rammed from behind at 86 mph., sending their car airborne. Ikomi, age 32 at the time, did not know what happened—her ears echoing with the impact. She says two men approached her and must have urged her to get out of the car...
Though Halloween is over, Satan remains active year-round, quietly deceiving the unaware in many ways. In the following story, one lady who thought she was a Christian even wound up in witchcraft. Clearly, we must remain alert, because the devil never stops “looking for someone to devour” (1 Pet. 5:8, NIV)
At first, Nichols seemed to be on track for a storybook life—talented, beautiful, and always achieving her goals. She finished high school in two years and began college at 16, eventually transferring to Baylor University at age 18 in 1989 as a music education major. In the upper five percent of her class, Nichols also had scholarships for master’s and doctoral degrees. Plus, she was already a sought-after motivational speaker, so she felt God had abundantly blessed her.
I was terrified, but something in my head clicked into place - some kind of survival instinct. I learned from witnessing that first act of violence to do what I was told.
Safyre survived the fire because her father protected her by shielding her in his arms. She suffered 75 percent burn to her body, lost her right hand and recently had her right foot amputated.
When her phone calls went unreturned, the aunt drove to the house and got scared when she found both cars in the driveway. After getting no answer at the front door, she walked around to the back, peering through a window...
Women suffer in silence for various reasons. They may be ashamed or embarrassed to let the world know that they are being violated. Wrong social attitudes especially in eastern countries are imbibed from childhood. In a survey conducted by the International Institute of Population Studies in India, 54% of women thought it was alright for women to be beaten by their husbands. 51% of men thought so too.
In as much as her condition does not afford her the convenience to do much, Huiyuan's determination to overcome and succeed drove her to use subtitles to teach herself how to read and write.
The implication that an educated mother, debilitated father, toddler and infant pose a national security concern is absolutely absurd. Just yesterday, a Sudanese court not only released Meriam and her children, but acquitted her of all charges, dropped all imposed sentences and recognized as legal her marriage to Daniel, which had previously been annulled by a lower court.
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 81st-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.
At the age of 58, I went to see my urologist for a prescription refill. Before filling it, he told me he wanted to check my prostate. When the exam was over, he said, “I’m very sorry to tell you this, but I felt a suspicious lump, and we need to schedule you for a biopsy.” I left the office terrified.
This is the growth plan for The Village Church and its young pastor, Matt Chandler. The Village has increased from 160 people in 2002 to an average weekly attendance of 8,200 today at the flagship church in Flower Mound and its campuses in Dallas and Denton, which beam in Chandler’s sermons.
Tawana Williams, born without arms, gave her testimony on MannaEXPRESS’ television show in 2009. We caught up with her shortly after Christmas, when she was facing a new and wholly unexpected challenge.
Tawana Williams speaks slowly, then pauses to retrieve the right words. This, she says, is the biggest challenge she’s ever faced—recovering from a “mini-stroke” that seized her ability to speak, which she calls her passion, her reason for living.
Paramedics said Aric Dang would never make it alive to the hospital after he crashed and rolled his car multiple times.
No one who really knows Olena and Emmanuel Ogiozee argues that divine intervention is not for today. That’s because God’s hand was a steady presence through their courtship, through a terrible auto accident just one week into their marriage, and frequently since.
The life of Sujo John as of today is full of trips to one mission field or the other sharing his testimony and assuring people of the goodness of the God he serves. God has used his ministry to impact hundreds of thousands of people in North America, South America, Europe, Asia and Africa. To date they have had successful crusades and evangelistic events in United States, Canada, Singapore, India, United Arab Emirates, Finland, Norway, Sweden, France, Switzerland, Ireland, England, Romania, Philippines, Peru and Ghana.
I wish I recalled sweet aromas during holidays or laughter at family functions during my childhood. Instead I recall crying until I couldn't see while my uncle molested me. For years I kept this secret until I confronted him. We talked for an hour. He had also been molested. The molestation traveled from generation to generation, like a big snake that grows bigger).