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Author Archive: Rachel Motte

Rachel Motte is a freelance writer, journalist and editor whose writing has appeared at CNN.com, in Eagle Forum's Education Reporter, at EvangelicalOutpost.com, in Jonah Goldberg’s 2010 anthology, Proud to Be Right, and in numerous other print and internet publications. She is an alumna of Biola University, the Torrey Honors Institute, the Leadership Institute, and the World Journalism Institute. She was received into the Catholic Church in 2014.

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5 Quick Ways to Make Your Priest’s Job Easier

July 11, AD2016 1 Comment
5 Quick Ways to Make Your Priest’s Job Easier

I read a story somewhere once about a church office manager whose job was so stressful that she left to start her own law firm – because it was easier. I worked as an office manager at a tiny Episcopal church several years ago, and I sympathized with that poor woman many times during my […]

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Why C.S. Lewis Would Want You to Join a Writing Group

May 13, AD2016 4 Comments
Why C.S. Lewis Would Want You to Join a Writing Group

When J.R.R. Tolkien retired from his post at the University of Oxford in 1959, he intended to spend his new-found free time finishing The Silmarillion. Though this book is less well-known than his Lord of the Rings, Tolkien considered it his real work—the work he’d spent decades trying to get back to. One can easily […]

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How to Thrive in Illness

April 16, AD2016 11 Comments
How to Thrive in Illness

The first thing I thought, when I awoke from my nap, was that the pain couldn’t possibly be as bad as it felt. It didn’t make sense. My tired brain worked to convince my body that the agony wasn’t real: “Come on, Rachel, you made it through fifteen hours of unmedicated child birth. That was […]

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Every Stitch a Prayer

February 19, AD2016 1 Comment
Every Stitch a Prayer

Every Stitch a Prayer I dreamt I saw a dark-haired woman clad in blue. She sat at a simple table in a light-filled room, working at a piece of tapestry. “This is how your life looks,” she told me. She gently dissuaded me when I tried to view the woven cloth: “That is not for […]

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