Article By Max Lucado
  • Max Lucado's Memories of Rio and Redemption

    Before the memories of Rio and the Olympics fade, can I take you there one more time? Two of our three daughters were born in the South Zone of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. We lived in the North Zone, separated from our doctor's office and hospital by a tunnel-pierced mountain range. During Denalyn's many months of pregnancy, we made the drive often.

    Max Lucado's Memories of Rio and Redemption
  • Max Lucado Had the Strangest Dream about Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton after Watching RNC

    I can't decide if it is a dream or a longing. Maybe it began as the first and morphed into the second. Yesterday I told my wife, Denalyn, "Last night I had the strangest dream." We'd fallen asleep watching the Republican National Convention. Not the most relaxing way to drift off, right? Politicians, pundits, pollsters and picketers. Tongues wagging. Finger-pointing. Accusations. Declarations. Blah-blah-blah.

    Max Lucado Had the Strangest Dream about Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton after Watching RNC
  • Max Lucado on 2016 Presidential Election and Donald Trump: Worried Enough to Pray

    Last week's blog struck a nerve. I wrote a piece entitled "Decency for President." The premise was a simple one. Shouldn't a presidential candidate who claims to be Christian talk like one? When a candidate waves a Bible in one speech and calls a reporter "bimbo" in the next, isn't something awry? Specifically, when Donald Trump insists that he is a Christian ("a good Christian" to use his descriptor) and then blasts, belittles, and denigrates everyone from Barbara Bush to John McCain to Megyn K

    Max Lucado on 2016 Presidential Election and Donald Trump: Worried Enough to Pray
  • Max Lucado on Donald Trump: Decency For President

    As the father of three daughters, I reserved the right to interview their dates. Seemed only fair to me. After all, my wife and I'd spent 16 or 17 years feeding them, dressing them, funding braces, and driving them to volleyball tournaments and piano recitals. A five-minute face-to-face with the guy was a fair expectation. I was entrusting the love of my life to him. For the next few hours, she would be dependent upon his ability to drive a car, avoid the bad crowds, and stay sober. I wanted to

    Max Lucado on Donald Trump: Decency For President
  • The God Who Won’t Give Up

    Not everyone in Jesus’ world gave him a warm welcome. Not everyone received him with grace. And many didn’t just ignore him, they rejected him.