This Thursday, Aug. 30th, Drake and I, along with our friend Dean, will be competing as Team Judson’s Legacy on The American Bible Challenge game show airing on GSN (Game Show Network). Anyone who knows me is aware of my tendency toward disassociating myself from Americanized Christian culture, especially as it’s portrayed in the media. 

As we gathered last week with families for the Hunter’s Hope Symposium, I marveled, as I do every year, at the immediate connection felt among the parents.  There were sixteen new families attending this year and yet our hearts were instantaneously knit together.  In many ways the pain of leukodystrophy had joined us in community

Dear friends of Judson… Judson’s Legacy is so pleased to announce the public release of the short film Judson’s Eyes, winner of “Best Documentary” in the 2010 Pan Pacific Film Festival! The short film is available to view in its entirety at: http://judsonslegacy.com/Judsons-Eyes and DVDs are also available to purchase for $6.95.  All proceeds from

Last night, after a day marking five years since our heart-sinking trip to the doctor—signifying the start of our journey into suffering, I was lying in bed staring at Judson’s photo on our wall.  My eyes were dry, but my heart was so, so heavy. It is strange how my sadness over Judson can feel

I think most of us have done it at one time or another… We’re out and about and happen to unexpectedly spot someone we know nearby, but eye contact has not yet been made.  For whatever reason, we don’t feel inclined to engage or interact with the person, so we look the other direction, pretending

This last week we have been walking through some incredibly difficult things with some friends—a situation of deep, deep brokenness, yet a brokenness so very different from our own.  But as I woke up this morning with them on my mind, praying that they be held and kept today, I was intensely aware of the

“Mother’s Day is probably one of the most dreaded days for moms who have suffered the loss of a child. Even, if we have the blessing of other children, there is always that empty chair, that lump in our throat and an indescribable ache in our hearts for that one who is no longer here