Sometimes it’s the child’s job to let go of old memories in order to make room for the new. Our task is to hold the old ones and to remind her that she was young once.
Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird was the book of my youth. I didn’t grow up poor in Depression-era Alabama, but I identified with Scout as I read it several times in my teens. My childhood was a middle-class family in the integrated Bronx, but Scout and I shared a house full of books and a lawyer-father blessed with a firm, centering integrity. Later, studying journalism at NYU in the 1980s, I heard that if you wanted to learn what good writing was, read Mockingbird every year.
Calling my wife and me “special” suggests that there is an alternative—that it would have been acceptable to refuse to receive our child.
I don’t know what a perfect first-century family looked like, but I’m certain that Joseph and Mary didn’t qualify.
“Are we alone in the universe?” is always a question about God’s existence. The film Interstellar shows this clearly.
The rewards of foster parenting are many, but that doesn’t change the fact that it, like all parenting, can be difficult and emotional work. Even those who have raised a brood of their own biological children may not be fully prepared for the circumstances of foster parenting.
I recently read The Circle, Dave Egger’s dystopian novel about a benevolent Internet company that eerily creeps into every aspect of our lives, taking it over, one smiley emoticon at a time. Think about it like this: a company encompasses Facebook, Google, and Amazon, and then it begins to partner with the government.
Preaching on biblical passages about labor and childbirth is important, but it's also dangerous.