Some 40 years ago, a scrawny stranger was escorted into my office. He introduced himself and explained he was from India. My son, Randall, earning some extra funds for school, was clipping bushes outside by the front door of our office building when this gentleman asked how to meet David Mains. “Sure,” said Randall, “I can help with that,” and escorted the newcomer into his dad’s office. Without a doubt, that was one of the most expeditious meetings of my... Read more

We cannot be disciples of Christ and live like Jesus lived unless we too have a broken heart and tears to weep over those who are perishing without Him and God’s love. Read more