My early morning trip, with lights sparkling on the horizon in the wintry cold of dawn, reminded me that seekers are the torchlight that feeds the flame – illuminating and healing “the least of these brothers and sisters of mine” while spreading peace and joy.
Saving Africa
By James E. Copple As Kenya Airways made its de ...
Just when you thought giving was hard . . .
By James E. Copple In a summer of disaster, the ...
Find the “one,” and data points become seeds of hope
By James E. Copple As a policy guy working to c ...
Goat People
By James E. Copple The Church is a relationship ...
Incarceration: A Crisis in Search of a Ministry
By James E. Copple There are at least 2.3 milli ...
Sometimes, words fail; then again, it’s a bit like a bowling alley …
By James E. Copple I am taken with the idea of ...
When Begging is Too Late – Think Prevention!
By James E. Copple Efforts to combat the Ebola ...
A Bridge to Promise
By James E. Copple When the world seems big and ...









