Ten years after the fatal car accident that took the lives of our son, Mark, and his friend, Kelly, my search for help and hope continued. Grief is never ending, a constant companion that...

The hysterical young woman could not catch her breath. Ugly crying. Slowly, she obeyed my instructions to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth. The tears continued to roll as she described...

We were newly-wed, twenty-one years old and in New York City for the Billy Graham Crusade School on Evangelism. One of the seminars was in an old city church and on the wall was a plaque with...