I first heard these words from a friend who told this story. “I was driving to the service for your son, Mark, and I was wailing and pleading with the Lord to give me a message, the right words...

The thirty-something grocery store cashier responded quickly to my, "How is your day going?" with, "This is the best day of the week. I get to go to church tonight." Suddenly my polite inquiry turned into a...

When I accepted the invitation to do a workshop for the Transformed Philadelphia Conference, I didn't remember how hard it is to prepare for such an event.  My topic is, "Living with Purpose on Purpose in the Afternoon of Life." As soon as I accepted the invitation...

We were newly-wed, twenty-one years old and in New York City for the Billy Graham Crusade School on Evangelism. One of the seminars was in an old city church and on the wall was a plaque with...

 "I need help!  My preacher husband is dead! We're out of money. The bill collectors are coming to enslave my two sons as payment for all of our unpaid bills.  Please, help me!" Though written thousands of years ago (2 Kings 4), this story, ripe with dread, need, and desperation…

A few days after the fatal car accident that took the lives of our sixteen-year-old son, Mark, and his friend, Kelly, a friend called to tell us that someone had placed two white crosses on the side of the road at the accident scene..

In this blog post, guest writter, Carrie D'Antuono, one of the mothers we interviewed for the Stillbirth resource, shares some of her struggles with the question "why?"

Thirty-nine years old.  Four children, ages 10, 11, 15, 17.  A husband I adored.  A much anticipated vacation a week away.  A phone call with the message, "You need to see a surgeon.  Your mammogram results are suspicious."  "We're leaving on vacation in a week.  Can it wait until I get back?"  Silence…