Scripture Break #23


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In Memoriam: Donna Clark Goodrich

Donna Goodrich

I met Donna Goodrich about thirty years ago, probably at the now-defunct Tempe Christian Writers Club. She was well-known there, as she was a sought-after speaker at Christian writers conferences across the United States. She had a reputation for helping beginning writers. Donna founded the annual Arizona Christian Writers Conference in 1981, which she led for seven years and taught at for many years thereafter.

She was also a wonderful freelance editor and proofreader, as well as the author of twenty-four books and over 700 published articles and poems. For more than twenty-five years, she met weekly with Tuesday’s Children, a critique group I was blessed to be a member of.

She was one of the original bloggers for Doing Life Together; she also maintained her own writing blog, A Step in the Write Direction from 2012-2015.

Here are some of her books:

In the last few years, she’s been struggling with multiple health challenges. Early Thursday morning, she passed away, four days before her birthday. Today she would have been eighty-two years old.

Many writers got their starts with help from Donna. If you are one of them, please leave a memory in the comments below.

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Review of Barking to the Choir: The Power of Radical Kinship by Gregory Boyle

My son gave me Boyle’s first book, Tattoos on the Heart, a few years ago, and I loved it. When I heard he’d written a second, I knew I had to read it.

Barking to the Choir is more of the same. I laughed and cried on nearly every page.

Gregory Boyle, a Jesuit priest, founded Homeboy Industries, part business and part ministry, in 1988 as a way to reach out to gang members in Los Angeles. It is the largest gang intervention, rehab, and reentry program in the world, and it’s wildly successful. Boyle sees the homies as noble, compassionate, and valuable and treats them as such without judgment. Over time, he learns each client’s story, and always finds deep childhood damage, such as abuse, abandonment, neglect, or witnessing murder. He says no one joins a gang for the camaraderie; they might tell you that, but they join because they see no other alternative—they join because they are ready to die.


Boyle recruits many of his clients from prisons. He visits, and hands out his cards to the convicts, telling them to come see him when they get out. After an intake interview, he tells them they start their eighteen-month program the next day. They will get paid better than minimum wage. They will also be working alongside members of rival gangs.

Everyone starts out in the janitorial division. From there, they can move on to the bakery, the café, or the tattoo removal service. They learn skills; they create products; they earn a living while being of service; they are treated with dignity and treat others with respect. By the time their eighteen months are over, the placement department has connected them with a new employer. And they’ve cut ties with their gang and had their gang tats removed.

The book contains stories of experiences that Boyle has had working with the homies. Some are poignant, some are humorous. But in each, Boyle sees the transformational power of acceptance. Jesus befriended people on the outskirts of society—the tax collector, the prostitute, the cripple, the poor. Doesn’t he call us to do the same?

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Scripture Break #21


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I wrote this poem for OctPoWriMo last year.

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by ARHuelsenbeck

A surprise is something you weren’t expecting
But delights you nonetheless.
Not delighted?
Give it time.
There’s a life at stake—
Not just yours, though yours is important.

There’s his life,
Totally vulnerable,
Totally depending on you
To love him and to nurture him.

There’s my life, too,
Because I’m part of the cosmos your little one will enter.
Even if I never meet him,
I will benefit because he exists,
Because the universe will expand to include him,
Because eliminating his potential robs all of us.

I understand that it’s not a good time.
But right now there are people aching to experience
What you’re thinking about throwing away.
Can you respond with generosity?
Can you make joy out of your sorrow?

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