My Latest Project: a Grace-Filled Book About Marriage

The foundation of a marriage forms long before two people stand at the front of a church and say, “I do.”

The foundation of a marriage forms in a little boy’s heart, when his alcoholic father tells him, “You’ll never amount to anything.” The foundation of a marriage forms in the soul of a little girl, when three neighbor boys sexually abuse her in the dark corner of a barn.

And, so often, the foundations upon which marriages are built are not strong enough to weather the storms that come after “I do”: tragedies, depression, and infidelity send shivers through the already cracked foundation, and too often the structure collapses.

But it doesn’t have to.

This is the true story of a marriage, told in alternating perspectives from the man and woman who lived it, felt it, and fought to keep it together. Continue reading “My Latest Project: a Grace-Filled Book About Marriage”

Another Example of How God Doesn’t Play Low-Stakes Poker

I got the call on the way to Virginia.

First I should tell you that when we approached our wonderful landlords about our upcoming trip, we told them we would be moving out. We couldn’t afford to pay rent AND be on the road, so we planned to put our stuff in storage and then find a new house to live in when we got back this summer.

Our landlords surprised us by telling us not to move out. We could keep our stuff in the house, stop paying rent while we were away, and then pick up where we left off as soon as we got back. That was a shocker. Amazing news.

But there is a small chance we may sell the house before you leave, they said. If we do, you’ll need to move out before the trip.

Then came the phone call the other night, 21 days before our scheduled departure in the big blue bus. Continue reading “Another Example of How God Doesn’t Play Low-Stakes Poker”

He Wonders Why There Were No Survivors

At dusk, the sound of a cricket lurches out from the heavy green grass that must soon be cut. The boy knows it’s time to mow because it was soft and warm under his feet that day. When it’s not time to mow it sticks up scratchy and straight like the stubble of his father’s weekend face.

The sky looms gray and blue and dark in the east. He presses against the window screen. It leaves the imprinted feeling of small hash marks on the tip of his nose. He can smell the stinging sweet smell of metal. Continue reading “He Wonders Why There Were No Survivors”

A Video About My Upcoming E-Book

Here’s an interview of me by Lisa Delay regarding an E-Book I’m working on about making a living as a writer. I’m especially excited about this book because of all of the awesome contributing writers who have agreed to take part. To get updates on this project, and for chances to win your own free copy, subscribe to my monthly e-letter (simply put your email address in the field to the right and click “Subscribe”):

The list of contributors I mention in the video is not the full list because a few more have agreed to join in since this was filmed. Stay tuned in the next week or two and I’ll let you know the final list of wonderful folks who are contributing to this book.

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One of the things I’m most looking forward to about our upcoming trip is hanging out with other writers. If you had the opportunity to sit down with writers all around the country, what is something you would ask them? What are some of the more pressing/interesting topics regarding writing that you’d want to discuss?

The Girl Who Cannot Speak

Every Thursday night the woman leaves her house and drives over soft hills to the home of an Amish family. She walks up to the door, and they let her in with smiles and the typical Amish greeting of a handshake, a nod, a kind word. They walk her to the bedroom of one of their daughters.

The woman walks in and holds the girl. Perhaps she reads to her from time to time – I’m not sure. The girl does not respond, or at least not in an obvious way. She was shot in the head years ago, and she has never recovered completely. Continue reading “The Girl Who Cannot Speak”

Bobby McFerrin, Broccoli, and a Question Jesus Asked

Stop smoking. Start exercising. Stop eating fast food. Start eating broccoli. Stop crossing without looking both ways. Start walking instead of driving. Stop adding salt. Start adding vitamins. Stop drinking alcohol. Start drinking red wine.

The list of advice regarding how to live a longer life is endless and often contradictory. Yet we absorb these recommendations and then regurgitate them with amazing confidence, certain that whatever tidbit heard last is the surefire guarantor of a long life.

But adding a day, or a month, or a year, or even a decade…is that the point? Is that really all that we’re concerned with? Continue reading “Bobby McFerrin, Broccoli, and a Question Jesus Asked”