Can I tell you something small first? I still have the photograph from Oxford. I’m standing next to John Lennox after a lecture session at the OCCA Summer School. I was staying at New College that week. I don’t need to explain the picture. If you’ve ever had a week that quietly rearranged you, you’ll…
22nd July, 2026 I Larah Heinrich I grew up learning early that survival often meant staying quiet about faith. When my dad, a philosophy professor, fell seriously ill while I was in high school, our family was already stretched thin. My eldest sister, an academic genius, also had special needs and was going back and…
What happens when you lose the titles that once defined you? For six years I stepped away from my career to raise our children and support my husband’s dream. This is the story of how God met me in my insecurity and taught me where my true identity lies. There was a season in my…
One morning, after receiving a gentle referral from the care home staff, I walked down the corridor to visit an elderly resident who had been declining every activity offered—group sing-alongs, craft sessions, even short walks in the garden. They said she spent most days in her room, withdrawn and uninterested. I knocked softly and stepped…
Ann was twenty-three, fresh out of Bible college, and volunteering two mornings a week in pastoral care at a local nursing home. She carried that bright, earnest energy young people have when they still believe every heart can be reached if you just find the right words. One Tuesday she met Mrs. Chapman. Mrs. Chapman…