eternal perspective

The Gospel

Glad Tidings
Heralding the Gospel at Christmas

by Sarah Guthrie

Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.Luke 2:11Each year and just in time for Christmas, my dear family gathers in the warmth of our cozy living room on a winter’s eve. The wood stove has been freshly stoked and the nostalgic scent of citrus and clove diffuses through the air as a fresh pomander dries on the mantle.


Devotion

Keeping the Holidays Holy

by Mandy SaelerHeather Coferthe setapartgirl TeamJess WhiteJasmin Howell

An Intro From LeslieIt was Christmas Eve, and I was eight years old.  Our house was completely dark except for the sparkle of candles that my mother had placed around the house, and the radiant glow of Christmas lights from our colorfully decorated tree.  The air seemed to sparkle with heavenly light as our family gathered in the living room to read the Christmas story from the Bibl


FamilyJustice

Becoming His Hands and Feet
How Child Sponsorship Changed Our Family

by Leslie Ludy

The chapel was vacant and dark. Hudson, my four-year-old son, ran happily around the big empty room as a small group of our friends and co-workers explored the facility...


True Beauty

Purposeful Femininity
Living in Light of Eternity—A Proverbs 31 Series

by Leslie Ludy

Eric and I had been in full-time ministry for several years when the bait of idleness began to call my name. Ministry life was quite demanding; we were constantly traveling, speaking, writing, and counseling. As an introvert, I often felt drained from these tasks.


Biographies

Esther Ahn Kim
The Power of Suffering Well for Christ

by Leslie Ludy

Korea 1929Esther Ahn Kim walked slowly up the hill to the shrine with her students following silently behind her. The young teacher knew that when she arrived at the place of worship she would be forced to make a life-altering choice.


The Gospel

Gospel Grounded Femininity
The True Source of Set-Apartness

by Lydia CoveyGuest Writers

I settled down in a small corner of the café with a steaming bowl of soup, ready for a quiet hour to journal after a busy day. Quickly I realized it wouldn’t be very quiet as a loud group of women began gathering near me. I tried shutting their conversation out but couldn’t help overhearing the dynamic conversation.