About 2 months ago, Pastor Robak, exiled from Iran, spoke at our Sunday night service. He was placed in solitary confinement for 28 days in his country for standing up for his faith. He left the country for religious freedom, but his brother wasn’t so fortunate—he was killed. Now Pastor Robak rents a T.V. studio
His epitaph reads: The Body of B. Franklin, Printer Like the Cover of an old Book Its Contents turn out And Stript of its Lettering & Guilding Lies here. Food for Worms For, it will as he believed appear once more In a new and more elegant Edition corrected and improved By the Author
A friend of mine, Doug Levy, a youth pastor at Coast Christian Fellowship, reminded me of a very effective strategy to lessen the Da Vinci Code’s profits: “There is also a great idea going around that people go to see “Over the Hedge” this weekend so as to not only “not see” Da Vinci, but
I had worked a 15 hour day on Tuesday and was not able to get out and share my faith. Fortunately, I have a back-up plan for times like these: I go down the street to the Arco station where the taxis line up for business. There were none that night. I had to get
I’m the “Jesus Guy.” That’s what the high-schooler called me when I handed out million dollar bills and Da Vinci dollars while proclaiming the Gospel to the students that congregate after school at the Starbucks across the street from Redondo High. These were her almost exact words: “You’re that Jesus guy aren’t you?” I said