4 results for author: Sue Braden

From Our Mailbox

Keep on rockin’ PTM/CWR – you all are doing excellent work! – Ohio I have learned so much and am still learning. Thank you for speaking to us about the truth of Jesus in a gentle and humble manner. I guess I never knew that God was made of real love, goodness, kindness and gentleness because of my church upbringing. It’s still hard for me to completely understand that God is a good Father, a real loving and caring Father, but I know he is. – North Carolina Ten years ago I was homeless, strung out on drugs and addicted to alcohol. I cannot even begin to tell you how much you have helped me! By God’s grace my life is now so ...

Tender Mercies: Mary–A Farmer’s Wife – by Ruth Tucker

Bless the Lord who crowns you with tender mercies (Psalm 103, NKJV).             Mary was a farmer’s wife. Such a designation might offend gender-sensitive folks today. But when I was growing up on a farm in northern Wisconsin, the term was taken for granted. Jennie, my mother, was a farmer’s wife. So also, Ruby and Ethel and Rachel and Freda and Tina. They often worked twelve-hour days never imagining they would somehow be better off if they had equality with their husbands—whatever that would mean.             Most of these ...

Putting Away All Prejudice – by Bermie Dizon

There has been much discussion about immigrants lately, and unfortunately, some of the comments have been negative. I remember my first visit to the USA in 1978 to attend a Youth Leadership conference for the church I was part of. Later, in 1980, I returned on a student visa to study theology and graduated in 1984. It wasn’t until 1996 that my family and I moved to the USA as immigrants, where I began serving as a full-time pastor. The truth is, no matter what negative things people may say about immigrants, the United States itself was built by immigrants. People came here from Europe, Africa, Asia, South America, and beyond. Historians ...

Tender Mercies: Eye On the Sparrow – by Ruth Tucker

Bless the Lord who crowns you with tender mercies (Psalm 103, NKJV).             When I graduated from Horace Mann High School in 1963, I was entirely unaware of an environmental controversy swirling around in scientific and literary circles. Growing up on a farm in northern Wisconsin, I had always taken for granted the annual parade of big trucks grinding their engines into our driveway and edging through the gate into the fields to spray in wide swaths the insecticide DDT. Insects were bad. Chemicals were good. Big corporations were trustworthy. We looked to them for guidance. But a ...