I grew up in a community whereby giving thanks & having a traditional function was the norm. For years my parents reluctantly followed in the footsteps of grandparents and uncles. My father was the youngest son out of 8 children, and his mother but 1...

I vaguely remember going to Sunday school as a child, but as I got older (and supposedly cooler) the thought of going to church lost it’s appeal. Needless to say, there was now no reason for my parents to go either, and church became a...

“87” – What a time to be alive. I was at college, young, and extremely wild. I thought that these were the best years of my life. The word invincible comes to mind. But I suppose this story really starts in “86”… There I was...

I believe this is a word for some individuals within LRC (myself included) and for the church as a whole. 2 Peter 3:8-15 8But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand...