Catalyst for Compassion

It’s a book for people with a passion for justice. For readers who love a well-told story. For students with a hankering for history. It’s a book for folks who want their life to count, but worry it won’t. For would-be world-changers who wonder how to invest their time and energy. For those who would... Continue Reading →

Lowbrow Poetry

Yesterday I posted a poem. Most of my people aren’t poets, so I feel the need to explain. What is a poem, and why would I write one, and why would I share one, imperfect as it is? Why do I bother to read poetry when I’m not a poet—and why would I say I’m... Continue Reading →

In Lieu of Lifeway

The news of another bookstore chain going under is sad news, indeed. As the author of a book that never appeared in brick-and-mortar stores apart from the occasional customer request, I can speak for newbie authors everywhere that the demise of the paper book store tolls a sad bell for writers unknown. Think about your... Continue Reading →

They don’t write like this anymore.

Because it's just so good... Here's A.W. Tozer on dismissing what we don't understand. Thomas Carlyle, following Plato, pictures a man, a deep pagan thinker, who had grown to maturity in some hidden cave and is brought out suddenly to see the sun rise. “What would his wonder be,” exclaims Carlyle, “his rapt astonishment at... Continue Reading →

Just Mercy

I just finished reading Bryan Stevenson’s bestseller, Just Mercy, and I find myself unsure what to think. Not unsure whether it was a good book—it was. Not questioning the moral imperative for justice and mercy in equal measures, or doubtful whether these apply to me, middle-aged mom though I am. I am perplexed, I think,... Continue Reading →

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