Family Matters
Gratitude for Our Turbulent Families
The family is the best place to learn goodness, not because it’s easy, but because it is so difficult.
Allyson Flake Matsoso
November 25, 2024
The family is the best place to learn goodness, not because it’s easy, but because it is so difficult.
Is motherhood revolutionary? Sacrificial love molds the leaders of tomorrow and deepens the Christianity of those sacrificing.
Does modern life suffer from a widespread lack of passion and wonder? And if so, what can we do about it?
A mother’s dilemma over dividing a candy cane reflects on fairness in life, exploring the complexities of justice and suggesting that true fairness is often elusive.
As a young mother, I was a conflicted woman—torn apart by two dreams: “Where did the old me go?” This is how my struggle with children miraculously changed into joy and love unimagined.
An undercurrent of envy can poison relationships, breed division, and chase away joy. Let’s overcome covetousness so we can find a life of abundance instead.
Too often, “men” generally are seen as the source of all that is wrong with the world. Should it surprise us, then, to see boys struggling in a man-hating society?
Our approach to motherhood may be devouring our joy along with our children’s potential. The tragedy is that so many women don’t realize there is another way.
When various affirming and discontented voices didn’t help me in my attempts to improve as a mother, I decided to give Jordan Peterson a try.
Modern minds tend to exult in new ideas—while scoffing at those of the past. Could that hubris help explain some of our crises today?
When we look at people as members of a group first, someone’s true character and passions may be overlooked. We feel like we understand when we understand very little.
The love we’re being encouraged to share in our world today is largely affirmative of whatever someone else wants, believes, and does—even if that trajectory leads someone to long-term heartache. Is it time to be honest that this really isn’t love after all?