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The air had a bite to it as my guide dog and I set off on our morning walk.

We had been living in Olathe, Kansas, a little more than a year when we realized that Christmas had snuck up on us.

On that Christmas night, God’s own Son became the incarnate Word made flesh.

With Christ as my teacher, I moved beyond my blindness, I followed the path He paved for me.

How did the United States become a bastion of religious freedom?

On a small scale, every election is a revolution that challenges one of America’s key principles—religious liberty.

Suddenly I heard a voice through a bullhorn: “Come back. Come back now.”

In the world of faith and miracles, the skill to be learned is that of letting go and trusting.

Harriet Tubman once said, “Yes, I did free hundreds of slaves, but I could have freed thousands if only they had known they were slaves.”

Lessons from First Encounter with Blind Campers at Tennessee’s Indian Creek Camp

“I’ve decided. We’re moving to America,” father said.

So, how many birds did you hear today?

When my eyesight closed in completely at age 31, fear of living in darkness the rest of my life never left me alone.

Only 5 years old, and already I’d enjoyed the most awesome night of my entire life!

“Ernie, I am sorry; you have about three weeks to live.”