By Scott Riviere, North Carolina
Born two and half months prematurely, I stayed in an incubator the whole time I was in the hospital. Upon first coming home, I was isolated from the rest of my family in the third-floor nursery. I rarely cried or moved…
By Clarrie Wilkins, Queensland, Australia
While listening to a track from the CD, HU: A Love Song to God by Harold Klemp, I felt drawn to a story in which an ECKist wanted outer confirmation of God’s love…
By Niels-Jul Yrvin, Norway
While driving on a rural road near the town in Norway where I lived at the time, I decided to pass a white car. Ignoring a nudge not to do this, I immediately regretted making the wrong choice.
By Donna Lupinacci, Connecticut and Florida
After our children were grown and my husband Tony and I retired, we brought new furry friends into our lives. We downsized considerably since my husband’s retirement and added travel to our bucket list of things we wanted to do before leaving this world…
by Harold Klemp
Up ahead he [the writer] noticed a grubby-looking little art store, the kind of place he normally wouldn’t bother to patronize. An empty parking space was right in front, and suddenly he got the feeling that the ECK was steering him to it. He quickly pulled over to the curb, parked his car, and went inside…
By Harold Klemp
Will Rogers was a comedian during the early twentieth century. He once said, “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”