Set in Galveston during the 1900 storm, the most devastating natural disaster in the history of the United States, this sweeping novel follows the fates of several richly drawn characters. It is the story of Sal, the little girl who is wise beyond her years and who holds out as much hope for the world as she does for her father, the ruined son of a respected father. It is the story of Sister Zilphia, the nun who helps run the St. Mary's Orphanage. The only thing separating the two long buildings of the orphanage is a fragile line of sand dunes; the only thing separating Zilphia from the world is the brittle faith that she has been sent there to consider. A faith that has never been truly tested. Until now. And it is the story of Galveston herself, the grand old lady of the Gulf Coast, with her harbor filled with ships from the world over; her Victorian homes and her brothels and her grand pavilions set in their own parks; and her stately mansions along Broadway, the highest ground on the island, at eight feet above sea level. All must face their darkest night now, as nature hurls the worst she can muster at the narrow strip of sand and saltgrass that is doomed to become, for a time, part of the ocean floor. This is the story of heroes and villains, of courage and sacrifice and, most of all, of people trying desperately to survive. And it is the story of an era now gone, of splendor and injustice, filled with the simple joy of living. Prologue It started raining after midnight. At first a few heavy drops, as large as pebbles, splattered against windows, and spotted the dry pavement of the streets. They plinked into half-full troughs of dirty water outside the saloons on Post Office Street; horses tied there winced against the stings. People inside the saloons-sailors and dock workers and whores-paid no attention to the steadily quickening tattoo being pelted out on the tin sheets or slates of the roofs but kept to the business at hand: the drinking, and gambling, and the sweaty, brief stabbing away at the very oldest of human exertions. Some of Galveston's people, in other parts of the city, listened to the rain from their beds. A few, who had looked up that day at the Levy Building on Market Street and noticed the pair of warning flags that flew from the fourth-floor offices of the Weather Bureau, knew that this was the first, slow calling card of a tropical storm. Isaac Cline, the chief of the bureau, had hoisted the flags on Friday morning, and they had danced and popped in the brisk north wind all day. The red one, with the black box in its middle, meant that a particularly malevolent storm was a possibility. The white one, above it, meant that if it came, it would come from the northwest. But not too many people had seen the flags. And now the first big drops of rain plopped into the sand dunes and salt grass of the island and slid through the muted light of the gas street lights in town, and nobody paid much attention to them. Those in bed closed their eyes and let the tapping of the rain sing them to sleep. It had come a long way, this storm. Almost two weeks before, somewhere on the immense, swaying surface of the eternal Atlantic, a small portion of the sea had rebelled against the unremitting late summer heat, and heaved itself up in protest. Africa lay a thousand miles to the east, over the vast, bowl­like curve of the world, and many more thousands of miles of ocean and sky stretched endlessly to the west. The air above the place had become suddenly full of new, burdensome moisture.

In this useful guidebook, the authors debunk common misconceptions about Orthodox icons and explain how they might enrich the devotional lives of non-Orthodox Christians.

Taken from the work of Dr. Martin, the original Bible Answer Man, these personal stories, biblical expositions, and life lessons will entertain as they inform and instruct you in the understanding, application, and presentation of the Christian faith.

When the heavens open on the small river town of Occoquan, Virginia, the streets flood and a candle shop is swept away. A Methodist pastor named Harley Camden witnesses the destructive deluge and then discovers, in the debris, a dead man with a crude carving of Satan’s claws in his back. Harley is drawn into the mystery of what caused the flood and who killed the man, while diving into questions of good and evil, body and spirit, humanity and the environment—especially questions about the change in climate that now threatens life around the globe. He discovers that there is a spiritual dimension to every social issue, whether it be the violence of Central American gangs or the racism that leads a black businessman to make a fateful choice. When the windows of the heavens open, surprising truths are revealed about how people can coexist in an interfaith, multicultural community, and how humans can establish a sustainable relationship with the natural world around them.

As seen on ABC's 20/20 and featured in the March 1992 issue of Life Magazine, this sensitive book tells of a doctor who finds faith through the dying children she treats. Any believer who has asked questions about the innocent suffering of a child will relate to the author's honest quest for faith.

Who could have known an afternoon walk around the block would eventually have such a profound impact on people around this world? Acts 2:17 says, "In the last days, God says, I will pour my spirit out on all people. Your daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams." It is all true! We are being shown His constant heart to reach His people through this remarkable photography. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the greatness of the power would be from God and not from us. --2 Corinthians 4:7 (Aramaic Bible in plain English) I have been an amateur photographer most of my life; the beauty in the world captures me. I had always been told my photographs were wonderful, and I knew I had a talent. Several years ago, my photographs began to change; suddenly they no longer represented my skill, they began to reflect the Creator behind the beauty. How blessed we are that God only needs an open heart! He reached out and touched me. He drew me into a remarkable journey to touch others for Him. I have spent the past several years on this very important and unique project. How could I have known that a walk around the block with my camera would find its way to so many people around the world --that a snapshot from my lens would speak to hearts for God? How could I know how this path would change me? I am a proud native of Williamstown, West Virginia, a small town along the Ohio River. I enjoy the simple things in life and making a positive difference to those along my path. I now reside in Columbia, South Carolina.

Every woman can use some heaven-sent blessings in her day. Here, in a brand-new book, are simple, heartfelt devotions that will speak to women of all ages Overflowing with thoughtful devotions, prayers, memorable quotations, and Bible promises, you’ll find the blessings, encouragement, joy, and comfort your heart truly desires.