My Father’s Death Changed My Life

On November 19, 2004, my father lost his battle to brain cancer. I remember the tears, the “What now?” moments, and the pain. That’s not all I remember, though; in fact it’s what I remember least.

For the first nine years of my life, I remember the laughs he gave me when I would sit on his lap and he would bounce his leg up and down. I remember coming home from school and seeing the snacks he would make for us waiting on the table. I remember watching TV with him as my mother would leave for work, and watching her return hours later and the two of us still sitting in the exact position we were when she left. Most of all, I remember the love.

Courage for the Fight: A Life Worth Living

We see this beautiful young woman and hear about her wedding and learn of her pain…and we feel compassion. We feel so sorry for this woman whose life has been entirely disrupted. In doing this, we are being human. It is human for us to feel such compassion for Brittany (and anyone else in pain). And it is natural that we don’t want her to suffer any more. If there is a way that her pain can be taken away, wouldn’t that be better than for her to needlessly endure?

Love Wins. Death No More.

What if we lived as though death no longer existed?

No, but really. What if we lived as though death was literally not an option for us? What if we chose to radically live in the newness of life that Jesus offers us through His Resurrection?

By living as if death no longer existed, I don’t mean living naively as though to ignore the reality of death. Living this way means viewing death on earth not as an end to life, but a new beginning, the start of an eternity in the presence of God.

I was Nearly Aborted

I don’t think I’ll ever understand the pro-choice perspective. I don’t say this because I am closed-minded. I have tried to grasp it, I promise. But the thing is, I was nearly aborted. And if the pro-choicers are right, then I had no value. I should have been aborted. If the pro-choicers are right, I would be dead.

And considering how things have gone so far in my 17 years of not being dead, I’d have to say life’s a pretty cool thing.

Wanted: The Beauty of Adoption

I’m not one who likes to admit to having feelings, but when I arrived at their house and met Jimmy and Sarah’s son, I couldn’t stop crying. This little guy had been through so much and was so very wanted. He was wanted by his birth mother, whose love for him gave her the courage to choose life for her son. He was wanted by his birth father, who loved his son and supported his girlfriend through her pregnancy. Together they picked out Jimmy and Sarah to be their son’s forever family.

What Are You Living For?: A Letter from Heaven

What if I told you that your life was halfway over? I’m guessing you’re 15 or 16, maybe 17 years old. What if I told you that your life expectancy was to live until you were 32 years old? I know what you’re thinking – “dude, most people live past 32. You’re being way over-dramatic.” […]

A Great Day to Die

If I want to live, there are things in me that need to die. My selfishness, my lust, my greed, my grudges, and my sin have got to go.

Each day we're faced with this choice: will I live for myself or will I lay my life down? Is my life focused on success or sacrifice?

When we walk into a church, we are confronted with the radical call to die. When we see the baptismal font, we are reminded that it's only through death that we can rise with Christ. And when we dip our fingers into the Holy Water, we trace the sign of the cross to say, 'God, drown whatever needs to be drowned in my heart. I want to live with you, so I'm willing to die like you.'

Live for Heaven

Everyone wants to be remembered fondly. Have you ever thought about what kind of legacy you're leaving behind? The truth is, your legacy is up to you. Many things in life were just handed to you and you can't change them. Where you were born wasn't up to you. It's a part of your story that is already written. But you story isn't over, and the pen is in your hand. However, our story shouldn't just be pointing people towards us. It should be pointing people towards God, the true Author of Life.

Live for Heaven

Everyone wants to be remembered fondly. Have you ever thought about what kind of legacy you're leaving behind? The truth is, your legacy is up to you. Many things in life were just handed to you and you can't change them. Where you were born wasn't up to you. It's a part of your story that is already written. But you story isn't over, and the pen is in your hand. However, our story shouldn't just be pointing people towards us. It should be pointing people towards God, the true Author of Life.

The Mystery of Heaven

In the Gospel Jesus compares heaven to life, light, peace, a wedding feast, the Father's house, the heavenly Jerusalem, and paradise. But ultimately, we don't know what it's like. 'No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him' (1 Corinthians 2:9). The fact is, we'll just have to wait and see.

'What do you mean, wait and see,' you ask. 'I thought people have visions of heaven! So don't we know?' . . .

Why Am I Alive?: And Other Thoughts on My Birthday

I've been thinking about life a lot lately. Mostly my own, really. This past weekend I celebrated my birthday.

It was an awesome day. How could it not be great? There was a Boston Cream Pie cake, calls from all my favorite people, and Facebook notifications endlessly popping up on my phone from wall posts.

I can't help but thank God over and over again for the gift of my life, especially at this time of year with so much talk about abortion. A lot of our generation never made it out of the womb, let alone into their 20's. Why me?