What We Can Learn from Lindsey Vonn's Crushing Crash

By Lisa Hutchcraft Whitmer

Seeking to rise above a previous injury, Lindsey Vonn's downhill skiing crash at the Olympics left her nearly losing a leg, and needing a blood transfusion.

While hearing her talk about how she almost lost her leg, she referred to something called "compartment syndrome." Lindsey proceeded to say how, "Compartment syndrome is when you have so much trauma to one area of your body that there's too much blood and it gets stuck... it basically crushes everything in the compartment. So, all the muscle and nerves and tendons, it all kind of dies."

By Ron Hutchcraft

The world sure changed in recent days.

Once again, we are plunged into a season of unnerving peril and uncertainty. This time it's drones and missiles.

The Apostle Paul's sober warning to his young protégé Timothy echoes across the centuries: "In the last days, perilous times will come" (2 Timothy 3:1).

By Ron Hutchcraft

This Fourth of July, there would be no fireworks. Just a lot of tears.

It was raining when the campers went to sleep that night. But no one knew that the Guadalupe River would turn into a raging flood while they slept.

The girls at Mystic Camp were awakened by that flood smashing into their cabins. Some were able to escape. Twenty-four could not.

By Ron Hutchcraft

It used to be "Breaking News." Now it's more like Heartbreaking News.

Turn it on and you're likely to see and hear a lot of angry people. If you turn off the TV and check out social media, there it is again. Everybody's angry about something. Lots of hostility. Lots of yelling. And, sorry to say, there's bitterness and hate in the air.

Everybody's talking - or shouting. Nobody's listening.

By Brad Hutchcraft

Nashville wasn't a place I thought about much...until I had someone living there who I love very much. So, when the news of power outages in that area hit this week, I found myself extraordinarily invested in the situation. I typically keep up with the news, but this went deeper - following the local electric company on social media, glued to updates, checking other people's posts about Nashville.

The same question was on my mind that all the locals there had and many continue to have as they wait: when will the power be restored?

By Ron Hutchcraft

I always look forward to the lighting of that towering Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center.

One year it was more exciting, because I had a second-hand personal connection. The tree came from the farm owned by our good friends' daughter and son-in-law. They were chauffeured to rink-side seats for the big show. So, not only did I watch the tree and performers, I had friends on the front row!

By Ron Hutchcraft

It wasn't very loud. Just three little words, softly spoken.

But they were loud enough to drown out a gunshot that had reverberated across the nation.

The widow of assassinated influencer, Charlie Kirk, talked about the young man who ended the life of her husband and the father of her children. Through tears, she spoke words that stunned a nation:

By Ron Hutchcraft

I'm writing this on September 11. Twenty-four years ago today, I watched on television as the Twin Towers crumbled to dust. Twenty-four hours ago, I saw the shocking assassination of a hugely popular Gen Z influencer in front of 3,000 people.

In both cases, millions were devastated in disbelief and grief. Including reporters, politicians, law enforcement spokesmen - and lots of ordinary folks. And while the scope of the 2001 tragedy was clearly greater, the trauma of yesterday's assassination hit many young people very personally.

By Brad Hutchcraft

My lawn was green and inviting. A few days later, it was brown and dying, in the worst shape I've ever seen. What happened? A life-robbing sneak attack from a tiny but nevertheless insidious visitor. Armyworms.

I had never heard of armyworms. I still know little about them. But here's what I do know: They come, they attach themselves to a healthy lawn, and they suck the life right out of it.

By Ron Hutchcraft

"Be a man."

Three words that have gotten a lot of guys in trouble. Too many of us have done too many dumb things to prove what a "man" we are.

But it seems more confusing than ever to know what that even means anymore. Being a man.