Growing up in Vermont, Caroline Rood was a gifted child who had a close relationship with the Lord. Both of her parents were in the performing arts and encouraged their
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I was born into a loving, believing community, a Protestant “mother church” (the Reformed Church) which, though it had not for me the fullness of the faith, had strong and genuine piety. I believed, mainly because of the good example of my parents and my church. The faith of my parents, Sunday School teachers, ministers, and relatives made a real difference to their lives, a difference big enough to compensate for many shortcomings. “Love covers a multitude of sins.”
I owe an immense debt of gratitude to my conservative Evangelical background. I was privileged to belong for many years to a fellowship which of its sort was, I am
Jason Simon speaks of a faith-filled childhood in which he publicly declared his commitment to Jesus Christ within the Assemblies of God tradition at the age of five. His faith
“What beauty was once ours,” I said to my wife as we drove along the coast north of Boston, looking over the waving salt marsh grasses to the ocean just
His father was a Scottish Protestant and his mother, Polish Catholic. Frederick Campbell knew both worlds. It was his upbringing as a Catholic that formed his faith but his interaction
When I was eight years old, my best friend informed me that I would be going to hell since I had not yet been baptized. My best friend had been
I needed to know how it was that Marcus Grodi and his guests, such as the Jewish convert Rosalind Moss and some former Pentecostals, had a personal relationship with Christ. How could this be if they were Catholic? One Tuesday, when the Pentecostals were testifying, I beckoned to my husband.
Steve Ray, a return guest of The Journey Home Program, grew up in a Baptist household where he learned a true love for Jesus and Holy Scripture. His infant dedication
The day President John F. Kennedy was shot is one of my most vivid childhood memories. I was in sixth grade playing on the playground when the rumors started. Just before the dismissal bell at the end of the day, the principal made the announcement over the PA system: JFK had been assassinated.
School was dismissed in eerie silence. Tears welled up in my eyes as I walked the half mile home that afternoon. My sorrow was almost overwhelming for a sixth-grader, not only because our President was dead, but primarily because in my heart of hearts I believed that he was in hell.
The first 18 years of life for Brandon Vogt were lived in the Presbyterian tradition. He was active in worship, Sunday School and youth group, yet, Brandon claims, the significance
The liturgy at the Episcopal church in Greenwich, Connecticut, where I went every Sunday with my family as I was growing up in the 1970s was beautiful. But it confused
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