At the Empty Tomb

So on this, the first day of the week, Mary comes to the tomb with the spices that she has carefully prepared. But she is not alone. Other women are with her, all undoubtedly traumatized and frightened and floundering in a flood of grief. It is early in the morning, so early that the garden is still dark. Perhaps they […]

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10 Ways to Observe Good Friday

photo credit: St. Stephen’s Church, London, England It’s here. The weekend we have been waiting for! This most important celebration on the Christian calendar. This pinnacle of the liturgical year. I don’t know what’s been happening in your household, but our kids have been counting down the days. In part, because of Jesus’ Resurrection. In part, because this year Daddy’s […]

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In Honour of MLK

Guest post by Peter  Worrall Last Thursday, my husband Peter gave this brief address on the campus of Moody Bible Institute. It was a part of a program, honoring the life of Martin Luther King Jr. As a foreigner, I am a latecomer to the appreciation for Martin Luther King, who is celebrated on this third Monday in January each year.  […]

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Called to the Impossible

I haven’t forgotten that two months ago I started a conversation here about loving God—heart, soul, mind, and strength. But—with teaching and speaking and homeschooling and life—I’ve been finding it difficult to fit blogging into the mix. This might also be a good time to mention that I’m also working on another book! I’m so excited—especially since, just last week, […]

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We Have Seen His Glory!

If you had been in Chicago on December 4th or 5th, you could have joined me (and over 10,000 other Chicagoans) for the Moody Bible Institute’s Candlelight Carols Christmas program, one of our biggest events of the year. In the setting of the majestic Moody Church, you would have seen and heard our three college choirs, the symphonic band, a […]

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A Father’s Day Surprise

  I love it when a plan comes together. I particularly love it when that plan involves surprising Peter Worrall. He is not easy to surprise. Or maybe I am just rubbish at keeping secrets. Whichever it is, more times than I can count, he has figured me out and blown my cover. On Sunday, though, I managed to get […]

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Not-So-Good Friday

Originally posted on This Odd House:
? 12I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. Philippians 3:12 ? Good Friday at This Odd House started out “pretty good.” The kids were home from school, and the LOML was home from work. We all cuddled in the big bed for a bit. I squeezed in a short run on the treadmill. The LOML Skyped his mum in England. Then around 9 a.m. he kicked me out of the house—in the best possible way. Told me to walk down to the Hidden Pearl, our new fabulous neighborhood coffee shop, to write. I protested for a moment. Amelia (2), true to form, had just sneaked a yogurt and smeared it all over the sofa. But the LOML offered to clean it up and insisted that I go. I know this odd book isn’t going to write itself. I know I need to capitalize on every writing opportunity I have. So I went. And it was good. Very good, in fact. The Hidden Pearl was crowded on Good Friday morning, but eventually the place cleared and I was able to claim my favorite table by the window. I was able to soak in the spring sun. Sip my decaf café au lait. And write. About Mary and Martha…

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Our Cock-Eyed Christmas

This month I’m taking a break from my This Odd House writing project. Instead, I’m sharing a few little Christmas-related stories, linked up to “Tuesdays Unwrapped” at Emily Freeman‘s chattingatthesky.com. Go to her website to find the links to many more tales of Grace from her community. My plan is to pick back up on the This Odd House writing […]

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A Sticky Little Gift

Last Tuesday I was a bit strung out. I had to make an unexpected trip into the city to help direct a rehearsal for the Christmas production I had written. Opening night was Friday, and the final scene wasn’t coming together. The pressure was on to sort it out. To make it meaningful. To pierce twelve thousand hearts with the […]

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