Finding peace when terrorists strike

Finding peace when terrorists strike

On the morning after the terrorist attack against France, I packed a lunch, said goodbye to my family and drove 40 minutes up Maine’s Interstate 295 to the little town of Readfield, just west of the state capitol. There, on the second floor of the old-fashioned town...
Prepared for Something Precious

Prepared for Something Precious

One of my earliest memories of my mother is of her sitting cross-legged on the floor of our living room surrounded by a massive pile of freshly-washed wool from the sheep she raised on our Oregon farm. In her hands she held two slightly curved wooden paddles with...
Bearing God’s image to refugees

Bearing God’s image to refugees

“Mornings at about 6 am, I’d seem him on the track of the local YMCA – a small steam engine of a man in a navy sweat suit, sneakers plodding past as I walked a warm-up lap. Back bent, shoulders stooped, gray hair receding, he’d chug steadily past. Bath is a small...
Trusting God when life hurts, Act II: Looking up

Trusting God when life hurts, Act II: Looking up

As a young child growing up with a single mom I had my share of hurts—the insecurity that came from having an uninvolved father, the feeling of not fitting in with my peers at school, the frequent moves that made me an everlasting outsider. In many ways, this early...
Seeking purpose in a world of suffering

Seeking purpose in a world of suffering

Living in a small city with a large family, the only thing in my life that shouts, “Quiet!” is usually me. From the time my family wakes up in the morning to when I shut off the light, my day is a door-slamming, music-blaring, phone-ringing, children-running onslaught...

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