Andrée Seu Peterson

Andrée is a senior writer for WORLD Magazine. Her commentary has been compiled into three books including Won't Let You Go Unless You Bless Me. Andrée resides in Philadelphia, Penn.


| We're tempted to make nice, but Christ never did
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 7/03/99, 12:00 am

Wouldn't it be nice if the world were always ... nice? You know, like that dreamy, gauzy cotton commercial on TV-full of peace, and love, and a considerable helping of harmony and good will?

Wouldn't it be nice if next time at the supermarket check-out line, when the woman behind you cracked an off-color joke, or said one of those fatuous anti-Christian things that people say, making you her instant ally with a wink and a gentle poke in the side, you could just for once relax and smile and go along, just to get along?

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A grieving primer

| Postcard from a friend going through the shadow of death
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 5/22/99, 12:00 am

If you ever have occasion at some future date to walk through the valley of the shadow of death (that place to which God is pleased to send one man or another now and then, a place from which the land of the living looks like strange commotion), there's no reason, I think, why you should have to reinvent the wheel.

I myself have been there recently and taken notes (that's what I do; I'm no good at math). And here is the map I have drawn up, a postcard for you to slip into a pocket of your mind for a rainy day.

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A dream come true

| Living in the knowledge of Christ's return
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 4/24/99, 12:00 am

I try not to put much stock in dreams, what with the warnings about lying prophets substituting their dreams for God's word in Jeremiah 23:25-28, but last night I dreamed about Christ's return. (Maybe it's my way of dealing with millennium angst.) The dream had the usual Lewis Carroll-like incongruous elements in it: a stop at a roadside stand for sweet corn; a yellow school bus departing from the Glenside post office and commandeered by a woman I remotely know; a cameo appearance by an old boyfriend.

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