14102519_10210259287502342_2859078022536911350_n-1By Brian Follett

As I recently reflected about the power of God in my life, there wasn’t a particular time or instance that popped into my head. I have never really witnessed firsthand a ‘healing’ or a ‘huge miracle’ take place. But then I realized, just because I don’t have one ‘big’ story does not mean that God’s power does not play a role in my life. View Post

10367139_1955618964664208_4243339743371169006_nBy Shelby Maznio

“Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” View Post

courtBy Jessi Carver

Why would anyone want to know my story?  I don’t have an impressive testimony—my parents never got divorced, I never struggled with alcohol and drug consumption, I didn’t deal will sexual promiscuity, I never faced racial discrimination… View Post

image1 Joysen Soondrum

One of the ways God has shown himself to me is as Jehovah-Jireh, the Lord who provides. Years ago, my family and I moved to the United States as missionaries. We left behind everything we had in the country of Mauritius and came to Hannibal, Missouri with nothing but God’s clear calling. Once we arrive, a house was suddenly provided for us and people who did not even know us donated furniture and furnishings for our new home. View Post

professor2“Professor Edition” will feature different professors on campus.  Here is Dr. Michael Kugler’s story:

God through Christ moves me in quiet but confusing, even upsetting ways. The most enduring example happened in two incidents. Over ten years ago my family and I followed some students to work a spring service project at Jesus People USA in Chicago, a Christian commune near Wrigley Field. We worked in the kitchen and cleaning apartments used for victims of domestic abuse. The community members were utterly unpretentious. They were counter-cultural, often arguing with each other about social and political issues, but united in their conviction about following the example of Jesus among Chicago’s poorest and most vulnerable citizens. After we came home my wife Cheryl and I talked for months about the experience. We kept asking how a comfortable, calm life was a strange kind of resistance to obeying Jesus’ call to love the neediest among us. View Post