I was the commencement speaker at the Wayne State University Commencement in Detroit on May 7th. It was a big occasion with thousands of attendees held at Ford Field the stadium of the Detroit Lions. It was an honor to be asked and I’d like to share some of my speech with you as well. When […]
The best way to prepare to hear from God is to remain faithful, prayerful, and watchful, no matter what challenges you face. Learn more in this week’s posts.
When chance encounters extend beyond mere coincidence, it’s likely that God is orchestrating events and delivering a message. That’s exactly what happened to me following my father’s death in 1994. God was honing my leadership and management skills in unexpected ways: through discovery of a pile of papers and through a chance encounter in a shopping mall.
We often read of near-death experiences and tend to discount them as illusions or hallucinations. That all changes when someone close to us—someone we trust and believe unequivocally—has such an experience. That’s exactly what happened to me at the deathbed of my own father, and it was an experience that changed my life.
The power and magnitude of God is not an isolated thing, and it was on another continent that I was reminded of the undeniable truth of God’s hand in human creation. As I observed the incredible durability of the engine that sustains human life – the heart –my faith in God was profoundly reinforced.
One of the most moving experiences of my life came during a professional insurance industry meeting. The experience not only reinforced my faith but also the profound value of my profession and the efforts of insurance industry sales representatives and employees.
Many times during my life, my faith has been reinforced and God’s existence has been very real to me. The experience that set the tone for the rest of my life occurred during my adolescence and was my first real encounter with the living God. Read my story to learn more.
As school starts up around the country, read this story about God’s intervention in my daughter Denise’s education, the Riverview School, and an amazing family experience.
In this miracle season, here is a story about my beloved mother and the real power of prayer and the love of a living God.
Few of us take the time to ask our parents and grandparents about the passions and the exploits of their ancestors—and those recollections are lost forever as death claims our elderly family members.