I recently received a letter addressed to “Apostle Steve Murrel.” The name on the return address didn’t ring a bell. The address, some unheard of town in Florida, was as unfamiliar to me as
Date archives 2004
Several years ago, I was in the States eating Mexican food with an old friend who was trying to start a new church. After months of prayer and hard work, the church was
Continue reading ...The date was January 19. The year: 1888. The place: Toronto, Canada. The old, historic Knox Church was filled to capacity. Excitement was in air. The young man and his new bride were
Continue reading ...Several years ago after “talent day
Continue reading ...“Pastor, I want to be full-time.
Continue reading ...“I’ve been set free! This book has set me free!
Continue reading ...There have been times when I was speaking abroad, and my hosts exaggerated my introduction so much that I was not sure I was the one being introduced.
Continue reading ...A simple man from deep in the backwoods took his family to the big city for the first time. He and his son wandered into the lobby of a fancy hotel. They watched an old, ragged cleaning lady limp
Continue reading ...I was thousands of miles away ministering at a men’s retreat near Seattle, Washington. My wife and three sons were in Atlanta, Georgia. I was making a routine phone call to let them know
Continue reading ...September 11, 2001. As always, I phoned my dad to wish him a happy birthday. I was getting ready for bed in Manila. He was getting ready for work in Mississippi. After a brief discussion
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