Articles - 02/2008

I’ll never forget the feelings of discouragement.

As an intern on my church staff, I was responsible for an English as a Second Language (ESL) ministry that was flourishing in our local migrant Mexican community. As a result, we decided to offer a bible-based course exploring Christianity in Spanish, inviting our ESL students to come and hear the gospel in their native tongue. After the current ESL course…

In this excerpt from The Gospel and Personal Evangelism Mark Dever addresses why we don’t share the gospel with people around us and offers some counsel on how to remedy the situation. We love Mark’s humble tone, biblical expectations, and winsome style.

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A.T. Robertson was a famous Bible teacher and a beloved seminary lecturer. He…

I have a problem. I don’t expect you can relate since no one else does. But that’s the nature of it. See, my problem is this: no one feels sorry for me.

Strange, right? There are times in any given month, week or day when things just don’t work out the way I want. In fact, I find with distressing frequency that I don’t always get what I…

How many conversations do you have per day? Ten? Twenty? Fifty?

What are these different conversations about—what topics do you tend to talk about the most? As you go about your conversations does the gospel ever make an appearance? Or, to put it another way: does the gospel that you cherish during Sunday mornings services, during private Bible reading and prayer, during your small group meeting—does this gospel…

“He’s being moved from the hospital,” she said “People from the hospice are going over. So you know what that means.”

And I did. It meant that they were just trying to make him comfortable.

My mom’s Uncle Ross had been in hospital for something else when they discovered the bone cancer. It was already too far—they couldn’t stop it. So we were already making arrangements…

I remember the first time my oldest daughter tasted a lemon.  She must have been around a year old, and she kept begging for the alluring yellow fruit tantalizingly adorning the rim of mom’s iced tea. 

We thought we’d get a little chuckle and teach her not to beg by giving her a taste.  Her eyes brightened as we passed the lemon wedge to her.  She took it…