November 4, 2025
TAKING A STAND
As we drink from the cup, may it speak of his blood, shed in the face of overwhelming darkness, securing our eternal rescue and freedom.
November 4, 2025
As we drink from the cup, may it speak of his blood, shed in the face of overwhelming darkness, securing our eternal rescue and freedom.
October 11, 2023
News briefs from Celtic Christian Mission (2024 tour of Ireland), Ozark Christian College (new dean of Graduate Studies), and two churches in Kentucky. . . .
In the late 1990s on into the early 2000s, the Christian Standard office would occasionally receive phone calls that would start something like this: “Hello, Jim. This is Chaplain Colonel Barber” (spoken with a hint of a Southern twang). During our conversations, George Russell Barber would share recollections of his service in the Army and to God during World War II, of landing on Omaha Beach with American forces on D-Day, of sharing a can of Spam with legendary war correspondent Ernie Pyle a day later, of helping select the site for the U.S. Cemetery overlooking the beach, and of
January 20, 2008
By Robert F. Hull Jr. For almost 50 years I have been haunted by this question. It began, I suppose, with Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Man He Killed,” which I first read as a junior high school class assignment: Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! _ But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him and he at me, And killed him in his place. _ I shot him dead because— Because he was my foe, Just so: my