We All Have a Story
Have you ever heard the scream of a mother as she opened her front door to discover two army officers standing on her doorstep? I have.
It cut to my heart like nothing before or since. Knowing it was my favorite brother who was killed only caused the pain to cut more deeply.
How could I forgive those who urged my brother to enter the army when the Vietnam War was raging? How could I forgive the Vietcong? For that matter, how could I forgive God?
But it wasn't until I did that God's presence was restored. And ...

















