living in light of eternity
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 →
So our family is nearing the end of a book that we loved, and it got me thinking of all the great devotional times we've had together over the years. We really believe that our most important job as parents is not teaching the kids to tow the line, but teaching them to enjoy God.... Continue Reading →
This month I simultaneously listened to Jen Pollock Michel's Keeping Place: Reflections on the Meaning of Home and paged through Ryan Pemberton's Called: My Journey to C.S. Lewis's House and Back Again. It was a fascinating combo platter. Both Michel and Pemberton found themselves far from their places of origin and longing for home. Both explore... Continue Reading →
Maybe it’s the book you rescued from a yard sale, or the one you left abandoned on a shelf for years because the cover was awful. Maybe it’s one that was mis-shelved at the library right between two of your favorites, and you found yourself looking at it on a whim. Maybe you happened to... Continue Reading →
"As the early church boasted rightly, the message of Jesus is both simple enough for a child to paddle in and deep enough for an elephant to swim in." — Os Guinness, Fool’s Talk So I am a few months in to my DIY seminary project, and delighted to report that I have found several... Continue Reading →
So my oldest two kids are enrolled in a dual-credit high school/ community college English class. Imagine my surprise when they weren't assigned any books the first quarter! Well, turns out it's more of a rhetoric and analysis class, ergo, no books. Wanting them to please, for the love of Pete, PUT DOWN THE DEVICE... Continue Reading →
This morning I had a nice stroll through C.S. Lewis’ garden and this afternoon I oggled Jane Austen’s handwritten stories. Really. I am sitting in a café next to . . . who knows? Professors, students, travelers like me, here from the four corners of the world, perched above a street that a hundred heroes... Continue Reading →
Have y'all met Michele Morin, or her blog, Living Our Days? Of course, with a name like that you know I'm going to love it, right? She posts beautiful thoughts and a wide variety of reviews, and I am honored that she reviewed my book today. It's funny how 100 readers of a book notice... Continue Reading →
"A faith without some doubts is like a human body with no antobodies in it. People who blithely go through life too busy or indifferent to ask the hard questions about why they believe as they do will find themselves defenseless against either the experience of tragedy or the probing questions of a smart skeptic.... Continue Reading →
If wishes were horses, beggars could go to Denver Seminary. Alas, my horsiest wishes have not given me a wallet of fat cash to go back to school at the moment, but if I could, I would love to take classes on Christ and culture, philosophy, apologetics, and theology. I'd take classes on Christianity and... Continue Reading →
Catherine's Letters 