Exerpt: "God is My Witness" Making a Case for Biblical Divorce My shield is with God, who saves the upright in heart. Psalm 7:10 While people may misunderstand me, God cannot. And while others may not see where my heart lies, He does. I take great comfort in that, for I will, at times, be misunderstood, misrepresented and misjudged. Yet my shield is with God. I am a divorcee. For some, that alone provides adequate cause for some to discredit any insight I may have to offer. In truth, such readers are precisely the people who, if I may be so bold, should continue reading. In fact, it is as a direct result of my blemished history, bolstered by my love for the One who has redeemed me, that I have ventured to accept this undertaking. This work began - as with all such works - with a question. What about divorce?

It is the eve of the 2004 Athens Olympic Games, and Chrysovalantis -- a chronically unsuccessful but enthusiastic employee of the publishing industry -- has been put out of work yet again. He begins a vitriolic monologue, taking aim at his many persecutors, from cruel bosses to opportunistic women to embar­rassing, crippling illnesses. An aging relic of a bygone era, hounded by the challenges of a fast-changing city, he nonetheless sees the irony of his plight. Vice-ridden yet God-fearing, family-loving yet swindled even by his own sisters, this repentant anti-hero will set his record straight once and for all. And God is his witness.

A trust is stolen, betrayed. A time of innocence is gone. “How could one say such terrible things to a child, not yet a teen, not yet a woman?” How could one commit to such horrific deeds? One carried a little lamb, a sleep to an evil lair. The little lamb awoke outside the entrance. Her body trembled from within, struggling to awaken from the monster in the night. The monster in the night laid her in his berth. The lamb begged to let her go, her coffin beaconing from afar. The lamb tried to call out, her mouth opened wide. Her voice is frozen in time, not a sound, not a breath, only tears of horror and of shame remain. The lamb, betrayed in body and in trust, screamed silently into the night. No one answered her, no one heard, and no one cared.

"WITNESS" WILL CAPTURE THE HEARTS OF THE MULTITUDES! An inspirational book of actual experiences & revelations concerning the author. It's NEW, it's DIFFERENT & no one has ever written about this before!! Never before in the history of mankind, as we know it today, has God been brought within individual reach. God is on trial for seven crimes against humanity & man is the judge, jury & executioner if need be. The world at large witnessed crime, over-crowded prisons, drug abuse, corrupt politicians, disease & lack. The record spoke for itself...Gloria was appointed as His defender, to demonstrate & prove His innocence. The hour had come for God to take the stand & silence filled the worldly courtroom. He placed His left hand upon this book, sealing the testimony throughout eternity. He then raised His right hand & said, "I promise to tell the Truth, the whole Truth & nothing but the Truth...so help Myself..." To order, send $9.95 per book & $2.50 shipping to Miracle Publishing, Box 457, Stevensville, MT 59870. Also distributed through Pacific Pipeline (WA) 1-800-677-2222.

I was only sixteen when my family and I were pulled away from our home and country. My name is Alicja (Moskaluk) Edwards. I was born and raised in Poland and now am 77 years old. For the last 17 years I have been writing a story or rather memoirs of my familys imprisonment in the Soviet Union during World War II, in Stalins bloody era. We were forcibly taken from our home in the eastern part of Poland to the Asiatic state of Kazachstan, where we were condemned to slave labor in the year of 1940. Over the three agonizing years we faced mistreatment and degradation, sickness, hunger and death, till our release from bondage and fight to freedom across the Caspian Sea to Iran, where I met my husband, an American Army lieutenant. My story was originally meant to answer many questions posed by my family and friends, but somehow the explanation of what happened to me and the other forgotten war victims grew into enlarged vignettes of nonfiction events and history, unknown or forgotten by the rest of the world. (I say unknown or forgotten because I have yet to hear or read about any of the atrocities inflicted on Polish survivors imprisoned in Soviet Russia during World War II ---- could I be the only one alive?)

Marshall Meyer, who died at age 64 in 1993, was a human rights leader and a powerful voice for justice. People flocked to hear him in Argentina, where he served as a rabbi for twenty-five years. In the mid-1980's, he became the spiritual leader of the fastest growing Jewish congregation in the U.S., Congregation B'Nai Jeshurun. People like Sam Freedman, Richard Bernstein, and Jan Hoffman of the New York Times are members. Harvey Cox, Elie Wiesel, and William Sloan Coffin were close friends. After the rabbi's untimely death, Jane Isay had urged his widow, Naomi Meyer, partner in faith and action, to create a book from his writings so that his voice would not be silenced forever. Instead of finding the yellowing pages of rabbinic prose or the dry papers of a rabbi-scholar, Jane Isay encountered a powerful voice that implores readers to see the cruelty of our greedy world, begging them to understand the pain of the oppressed, urging them to awaken from their slumber of inactivity, and directing them to act for justice out of respect for the great prophetic vision that is the Jewish gift to civilization. There is a long Jewish tradition of master rabbis, who attract large followings through their lives and whose teachings live long after they die. The writings collected in this gem of a book combine the best of Jewish prophecy with social action and a great sense of joyfulness.