Amy Carmichael spent most of her adult life as a missionary in India rescuing young girls from temple prostitution and providing a home for them. I first heard of her in college, and she remains one of my heroes in the faith. She was also a gifted writer and poet. You don’t casually read Amy […]
A Lamp Unto His Face. Chapter Three: Ask and you shall receive Read More »
I’m not a name-it, claim-it girl. To be honest, the thought of having that sort of power scares me. Who am I to tell God what to do? The way I see it, He’s been calling the shots since eternity past, and He really doesn’t need my advice on how to do His job. But
A Lamp Unto His Face. Chapter Two. Read More »
Have you ever been around people who are constantly crowing about their abilities, accomplishments, and accolades? Maybe they really do have reasons to be proud, but all that self-promotion feels, well . . . a little bit icky. Then there are people who are truly astounding on multiple levels–brilliant, talented, fun, generous, and insightful–but you
Twelve Days of Community. Day Three: Catherine Burns Read More »
Confession #1: Until Luke and Sarah got engaged I’d never heard of The Village Church or Matt Chandler. When people asked about my future daughter-in-law, and I told them she’s the children’s minister at the VC Northway campus, they’d often say, “Oh, that’s Matt Chandler’s church, right?” The first few times this happened I said
A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Especially at night. Read More »
I’ve heard of people posting a sign near the door of their home, dorm room, or wherever they live, simply stating: “You are now entering the mission field.” It’s a good way to look at life no matter where you are, but this weekend I found myself in a place where it’s impossible to feel
The World at Your Doorstep Read More »
If you’ve read Parting the Waters, you will probably remember the account of my cleaning Jacob’s room a couple months after his near-drowning and finding the slogan taped above his bedroom door: "Today is the greatest day, and I am in it." At the time he was lying in a coma at the nursing home.
Yesterday morning I was exercising in the den when the doorbell rang. I headed that way, but saw George coming from the opposite end of the house and let him get it. He opened the door and said hello to someone I couldn’t see. Then I heard a woman’s jittery voice. “I-I’m just looking for
Whatever you have not done for the least of these . . . Read More »
When the phone rang this afternoon, I let the machine answer it. A woman’s voice stated her name and then why she was calling. Her twenty-five-year-old daughter had been in a car accident, she explained, and had suffered severe brain injury . . . That’s as far as she got before I picked up the
When one visits a foreign land, one is encouraged to be culturally sensitive–to educate oneself regarding offensive behavior and basic good manners. For example, in some countries, it’s rude to point with what we Americans call the “pointer” finger. In other countries, it’s rude to sit in any position that aims the bottom of your
Toni, the sound guy Read More »