Thoughts on Depression and Suicide: Sometimes You Just Want To Go Home
Susan Isaacs
By Susan Isaacs

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 […]

Great Kids Have Parents Who Seem To Do This Well
Donald Miller
By Donald Miller

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 […]

When You Feel Behind, Just Remember, We Aren’t Competing Against Each Other
Mike Foster
By Mike Foster

I love living in San Diego.

The weather is – well, you know – incredible and the fish tacos are to die for. I love that we don’t take things too seriously around here and that I actually get to live twenty minutes away from Bob Goff. (How great is that?)

But, despite the great weather and delicious cuisine, there is one small thing that bothers me about living on the West Coast […]