Last week, the story of Jack and the Nebraska football team won your vote. I have a feeling I know which will win this week as well. Which of these is your favorite? […]
There was a lot of press after the suicide of Rick Warren’s son – some supportive, some reprehensibly critical, some just web filler. I’ve been hesitant to add more noise, except that I’ve had a history with depression. Perhaps my story will encourage you that you are not alone.
I cannot pretend to know the depth of pain that Matthew Warren endured. But I have a bit of an idea. When I was 27 years old, I felt like Elijah in 1 Kings 19, despairing under that broom tree. “Enough of this, God! Take my life.” I’d spent seven years trying to overcome my own personal stew of family dysfunction, addictive behavior and the thousand natural shocks that the artistic temperament is heir to. During that time I worked on healing my eating disorder, I saw a therapist, prayed a lot, memorized Bible verses, and attended every Christian healing seminar that came along. Whenever they had a prayer team after church, I went up, cried, fell over, and got back up. It was the nineties: the golden age of self-help.
But the summer of my 28th year I could not get back up […]
I’ve been working on some material for Father’s Day this week. Perhaps a little early, but it’s had me thinking about the many great dads I’ve seen in the world. And I’ve seen plenty. My friend Paul Young (who wrote The Shack) has an unbelievable family of terrific kids. My dear friend John MacMurray back in Oregon is one of the greatest dads I’ve seen.
But I’ve also noticed some kids who are really messed up. Often, these kids come from great families with lots of money, and even families with parents who are Christian leaders.
Secretly (until now), I’ve noticed a common theme amongst well-adjusted kids […]