Category: Jesus

A Prayer for the Mothers

Photo credit: Robert Cohen, St. Louis Post-Dispatch
Photo credit: Robert Cohen, St. Louis Post-Dispatch

Two days before Michael Brown was shot dead in the streets of Ferguson, MO, I was watching old media footage surrounding the 1955 murder of Emmitt Till.

I was struck by the grace and poise of Emmitt’s mother, Mamie Till Bradley. She insisted Emmitt’s funeral—attended by tens of thousands of mourners—be open-casket. She invited the whole world into her pain and grief. She demanded we all face the evil and inhumanity of her son’s death.

And now I watch history repeat itself, as it has too many times before.

And I keep thinking about Lesley McSpadden. I keep trying to imagine what she is going through.

But I can’t, really. I’ve never had to raise a black son in America. (more…)

A Tribute to Tamar

Yesterday I read the following tweet from Mark Driscoll:

driscoll tweet

And when I read it, I let out a huge sigh.

Because of all the people Driscoll could’ve chosen from the genealogy of Jesus to make his point, he just had to pick Tamar.

As a woman, I get tired of people—especially influential men—picking on Tamar.


BOOK CLUB: The Hiding Place

hiding place“We must tell people what we have learned here. We must tell them that there is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still. They will listen to us, Corrie, because we have been here.”

So implored Corrie ten Boom’s sister as she lay ill as a prisoner at Ravensbruck concentration camp, during World War II. I’m so glad Corrie listened to her sister, and told us their story. What an incredible story it is.

I don’t want to say much more about the particulars of the story, just in case there’s one other Christian in the world besides me who had not read The Hiding Place before. If by any chance you fall into that category, YOU MUST OBTAIN A COPY OF THE BOOK AND READ IT NOW!  (more…)

An Unhurried Life


“The truth is, as much as we complain about it, we are drawn to hurry. It makes us feel important. It keeps the adrenaline pumping. It means we don’t have to look too closely at the heart or life. It keeps us from feeling our loneliness.”

The Dangerous Women group I’m a part of is reading John Ortberg’s The Life You’ve Always Wanted this year. It’s such a great, practical book about spiritual disciplines. Part of our reading this month was a chapter called, “An Unhurried Life.” We thought it was quite appropriate that as moms of young kids, we were reading this during the holiday season! I mean, who has time to live an unhurried life at Christmastime?


The Holidays and the Undocumented

Something isn’t sitting well with me.

GOP Presidential candidate Michelle Bachmann drew fire from Bill O’Reilly this past Monday when she clarified her stance on undocumented immigrants while being interviewed on his Fox News show. O’Reilly was following up on a statement Bachman made last Saturday at Mike Huckabee’s presidential forum (also on Fox News.) Bachmann stated that if she became President, she planned to deport all 10-12 million undocumented immigrants from our country.


No Back-Up Plan


I only applied to one college.

In hindsight, that wasn’t the smartest strategy. But during my junior year of high school I visited TCU, fell in love with it, and immediately decided to go there.

My parents generously provided abundant resources for me to attend college, and I graduated near the top of my high school class. So I didn’t have huge concerns about getting into or paying for TCU. But still, a wiser girl would have applied to at least one more school. A back-up. A fail-safe.  (more…)

Who Would You Take a Bullet For?


As I continue to process the news about Osama bin Laden’s death, one particular aspect of the raid on his compound really intrigues me: That a woman was fatally shot during the action.

At first we were told the woman was one of bin Laden’s wives. Now that doesn’t seem to be the case. Early reports also indicated that the woman acted as a human shield, attempting to protect bin Laden. Now it turns out that may not be accurate either.

But for two days I pictured a woman throwing her body in between the bullets and bin Laden. I wondered, Did she love him? Did she just believe in him and his cause? What motivated her to sacrifice herself?

I thought about what the Apostle Paul wrote to the church in Rome during the first century:

“Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man, someone might possible dare to die.” (Romans 5:7)

I began to wonder: Who would I take a bullet for?