I was only a year old when my family migrated from East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) to West Bengal, India. As refugees, we lived in a tent provided by the government for...

I am in the process of publishing my first book. It’s about my experiences of being bullied as a child because I stutter. A picture of myself and my bio will...

My first bicycle was a black Mongoose with silver trim. I remember the sheer exhilaration of riding my bike as a child and the freedom it offered. But there was an...

“My legs feel numb, Mom,” exclaimed my 14-year-old daughter. “They have felt numb for the past month.” The diagnosis was multiple sclerosis — a neurological disease involving the nervous system. Periods...

We will all socialize with different groups during our lifetime — family, church members, co-workers, neighbors. When we fellowship with others, we often want them to embrace our opinions and ideas....

“Mommy, it’s growing!” my young daughter exclaimed. “Let me see,” I said, grabbing the plastic cup from her hands. I was amazed. The maize seed we had been watering for weeks...

Just like the younger son in Jesus’ parable, I squandered my life in wild living. Drugs and alcohol consumed me, and I became a shell of a man. Deep down I...

As I was reading through the story of Christ’s resurrection in Mark 16, something caught my eye. Mary Magdalene, Mary, the mother of James, and Salome were on their way to...

Now that I am retired, I have the chance to observe nature more closely as part of my morning routine. At sunrise in the Sonoran Desert of the southwest United States,...

Holy Saturday is a day of quiet, somber reflection. It’s an odd, in-between day after Jesus’ death but before his resurrection. I often think about what the day might have been...