Articles by Matt Boswell
I can almost hear the bells of our church steeple still ringing in my ear.
Every Sunday morning as a child church bells would echo through our town. From our steeple tower, a proclamation would sound to all who could…Continue Reading
I had preached the funeral of their baby just a few days before. Some of our best friends laid to rest their little girl, marking one of the most difficult days of my life. While preaching graveside, my eyes rested…Continue Reading