Isn’t it annoying when you know something to be 100% true, and you share it with someone, and they respond by saying, “I don’t believe you”?
Then, after time and circumstances prove you right, how hard is it to keep yourself from blurting, “I told you so”?
One of my favourite parts of Jesus’ resurrection account is when the angel said, “He is not here; for He is risen, as He said” (Matthew 28:6).
On a dark and stormy night in 1938, millions of Americans huddled around their radios, listening to a broadcast that would forever change the way we think about truth and the power of storytelling.
The program was called “The War of the Worlds,” and it was a fictional drama about a Martian invasion of Earth.
I am the oldest of 12 children, and I have 7 brothers.
It has been 7 years since I last lived in my parents’ home, and I now have a family and a house of my own.
As with almost every home with children, bedrooms become messy and need cleaning at my home. It’s not unusual for parents to tell a child to clean his room.
“Three… Two… One…!”
Chef Elizabeth Falkner and Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto feverishly put the finishing touches on their respective dishes and then took a step back as the clock hit zero.
It was time for the moment of truth. Which chef’s masterpiece would win over the judges?