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For many college students, the month of August is all about rest and relaxation, the last hurrah before returning to school and the vicious cycle of sleep deprivation, exams, and microwave pizza. But for students who attended the 2004 CSO Leadership Invitational at The Mother Church, August was a month of focus, divine inspiration, and spirited discussion.

Extensive media coverage of this year's US Presidential election will soon be relegated to a page in the history books. Millions of words by thousands of reporters, commentators, and analysts will be forgotten overnight.

Some kids want to be a fire fighter, or a police officer, or an astronaut when they grow up. But 13-year-old Adrienne Kerr always wanted to be a ballerina, as far back as she can remember.

Our baby was coming! After praying about our family for several years, my husband and I had been approved as adoptive parents and matched with a baby from Korea. The picture of the tiny boy in the ornate high chair seldom left our hands, and we thought about him constantly—rejoicing in the love, innocence, purity, and joy he had already brought to our lives, even though we hadn't met him yet.

A true story of infertility, prayer, persistence, and adoption—with the kind of surprise ending not even a hollywood screenwriter could dream up. THE CONCEPT After more than five years of marriage, a California couple begins to think they might never have children of their own.

Illustrations from The Flaming Fire Illustrated Bible To Translate the Bible is a formidable task, but almost as formidable is the thought of illustrating all 36,665 of its verses. The Flaming Fire Illustrated Bible Project aims to do just that.

It's Monday morning . As I sit down at my desk, I notice that the office could really use a good cleaning.

One day along a hot and dusty road in Zimbabwe there appeared before me a group of barefoot, smiling children, white teeth flashing in contrast to dark skin. One said, simply, "My name is Loveletter.

I'VE never been an envious person, but the winter of 2001 pushed my typical have-and-let-have temperament to the breaking point. It seemed that everywhere I looked, friends were buying new cars, remodeling kitchens, and trading juicy tips from their burgeoning stock portfolios.

I'm standing on the shore of a small island tucked away in the corner of a remote Canadian wilderness lake. My friend and I have come by canoe, some 40 miles by paddle and portage, to be watching now on this special spot as the sun rises.