Author: John Stuart

For the last two years, I've been constantly saying special prayers to God for a certain group of people. In our community, there are many quiet, shy, and lonely people, who find it hard to relate to others or become … Read more

Years ago, I participated in a small group which took place during the summer at Montreat College, North Carolina. Young people from across the United States had gathered for a conference which was meant to inspire their faith and encourage … Read more

There are two words for "children" in Scotland. "Weans" is one of them, and the other is "bairns". Usually, variation in usage was regional, dictated by the coast: east or west. I grew up in the west of Scotland, so … Read more

Years ago, I wrote a song called "Sacred Dancer" that our church band, Glenfinnan, still plays today. I wrote it for a gospel singing group in Scotland, but they didn't like the lyrics. They thought that it was too New … Read more

When I was about ten years old, my brother Andy, a few friends, and I dug a pit on a waste piece of ground. It was about three feet deep, and at the bottom was a puddle of oily water. … Read more

Do you ever get the feeling that you want to run away from all of your responsibilities and go hide somewhere? I did that when I was twelve. Things in my home were unbearable, so I decided to run away. … Read more

It used to happen every winter. Heavy snow fell on some local power lines and snapped the cables in two, causing all the lights in our house to go out. Instantly, I would head to the kitchen cupboard, in the … Read more

Years ago, when I ministered in Scotland, there were two elderly sisters in the congregation. Both of them had been members of the church all of their lives. One of them lived on a farm, which had a large acreage … Read more

Years ago, my wife and I visited the city of York, in England. It's a beautiful place and has a rich historical past. Yorkminster Cathedral is an amazing medieval building. As one walks into it, one can hear every sound … Read more

I thought it was going to be just another Monday morning: the usual commute to church, trying to avoid the usual traffic jam, whilst listening to the usual radio program. Just another Monday — until I arrived at the church. … Read more