by Heather Bock My mom used to have an oil lamp in our house, one that had a long wick dangling down into its depths. The oil would slowly make its climb up the thin rope ladder, and when my mom struck a match to the top, it would produce its steady glow as it continually fed on the fuel of the oil. I was intrigued by this unique candle, the oil replacing the melted-wax fuel of the modern candle. Jesus said, “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on…
by Heather Bock When I returned from LIT, a one-day conference for women in their 20s and 30s passionate about communicating Christ, put on by Living Proof Ministries, my husband was wary. He knew I was excited, and he was happy for me, but he was concerned.