“Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn’t-talk-couldn’t-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn’t get it together.”
Brody Ridder’s Yearbook Heartbreak The end of the school year is supposed to be an exciting time with friends. Kids sign each other’s yearbooks and make plans to meet up over the summer. But that wasn’t Brody Ridder’s experience. This 12-year-old boy was in tears one day when his mom picked him up from school. […]
“I said he did look like Keith Urban, he said he was. I didn’t believe him.”
Everyone but the toddler holding the sign knew what was about to happen…
“I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently… I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder…”
This dad responded to her salty email with pure class—and his points are pretty hard to argue with.
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media. The question may be theological, cultural, or deeply personal: What if what I was taught about faith isn’t the whole story? For many Christians, that question marks the beginning of what […]
As soon as the young men heard about her husband, they extended their hands out the drive-thru window without a second thought.
“I just knew I was having a girl.”
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student’s cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.