The Paris Olympics' mockery of Leonardo's Last Supper scorned billions of believers and the foundations of Western Civilization — but it also exposed the desperation of forces bent on erasing our history.
Read moreThe legacy of motherhood reaches far beyond the blink of our years here on earth — a truth Walt Chantry captured beautifully, and one that reminds me of my own mom.
Read moreFrom Malcolm Guite's poetry to Van Honthorst's luminous Nativity to Dickens's divine ghost tale, the best of Advent invites us to encounter the mystery of the incarnation through literature, art, and music.
Read moreTen years after losing my brother Jim, I share the essay I wrote about him — a story woven through Durer's Praying Hands, our mother's legacy, and the mysterious power of prayer in the face of unbearable loss.
Read morePhilip Yancey and Nicholas Wolterstorff have grappled with grief in ways that illuminate the path for the rest of us — reminding us that God doesn't explain our suffering so much as share it.
Read moreBook reviews are manna for authors and readers alike. This final giveaway invites you to win a copy of Legacies, read it, and share what you think.
Read moreCan you name the man in the picture and his connection to When Losses Become Legacies? This week's anniversary giveaway puts your knowledge to the test.
Read moreIn one sentence, capture the woman who shaped you. This Mother's Day giveaway invites readers to honor their moms — whether here or on the other side of time.
Read moreTo celebrate one year of When Losses Become Legacies, my co-author and I are hosting three weeks of book giveaways centered on honoring moms, art, and the power of reader reviews.
Read moreKatie Stubblefield became the youngest person in U.S. history to receive a face transplant after a suicide attempt at eighteen — a brilliant reminder that God is still in the business of miracles.
Read moreChicago is my home — not because I was born here, but because it shaped me. At Christmastime, the city glows at least five times brighter, and there is no place I would rather be.
Read moreThe Boston Marathon bombing carried me back to 9/11 and the fear that followed. Christ died to free us from fear — and in an increasingly terrifying world, faith is the only promise of sanity.
Read moreI was unqualified for motherhood — a motherless overachiever with more trust in her resume than in God. But he continually chooses the most unqualified to bear his glory.
Read moreAt the Writing for the Soul conference, I was reminded that before I can create anything, I must first acknowledge that I too was created — and that the time to write is now.
Read moreClimbing Pikes Peak taught me something about growing up motherless: it's harder to breathe in rarefied air, but the thin atmosphere makes it easier to hear God's voice.
Read moreA childhood autograph book revealed my mother's unwavering faith — a faith forged through abuse, abandonment, and loss that she passed to me like a torch before she died.
Read moreMy son's birth left my body broken and my mind reeling with post-traumatic thoughts. As I approach my daughter's delivery, I'm learning to hand my deepest fears to the only One who can wrestle them to the ground.
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