No doubt Pain as God’s megaphone is a terrible instrument; it may lead to final and unrepented rebellion. But it gives the only opportunity the bad man can have for amendment. It removes the veil;...

Every night I pray I whisper into a megaphone, not only so God is sure to hear, but also my neighbors, because I pray to God He’ll deliver pestilence and plague to the residents next...

Before I could turn to look up, a voice boomed from the heavens: “What the heck is going on down there?

Think about this: You don’t know when these people are going to die. They could get into a car today and be killed on the way home. Did they ever hear about Jesus? God has...

I was also sick of my neighbors, as most Parisians are. I now knew every second of the morning routine of the family upstairs. At 7:00 am alarm goes off, boom, Madame gets out of...