Suffering from intractable Lyme disease, I look for meaning and fear to find it.

My journey with disability taught me to trust a God who raises up the weak and brings down the mighty.

When the woman with the clown nose walked past us, I noticed that her eyes were wet with tears.

Meritocracies assume that economic productiveness is the highest value. That’s why they fail.

On the long road toward dignity for people with disabilities, we’ve gone far – but not nearly far enough.

When you’re challenged by your body, you must love as fiercely as you fight.

Testing for fetal abnormalities is not a neutral practice. It sends a message.

Our son Yusang has Down syndrome. He saved another child’s life.

Was Saint Paul’s famous “thorn in the flesh” a disability?

Mass shootings have made violent death seem normal. It’s not.

Even in Brooklyn, our Orthodox Jewish family feels alien. That’s not all bad.

A star shone forth in heaven brighter than all the stars; its light was indescribable and its strangeness caused amazement.

A formidable young man stayed with our family on a summer break from the Ivy League. He had never, to anyone’s knowledge, lost an argument. Until he met my brother Duane, that is – my brother, who had never learned to speak...

An Army officer returns from Afghanistan as a double amputee.

Disability asks us questions that only more questions can answer.

A daughter with Down syndrome comes to terms with her mother’s death.

Readers respond to Ashley Lucas’s report “The End of Rage” in Plough’s Autumn 2021 issue.

There is a land where my baby son and I and all who are broken are welcomed and made whole.

Plough’s Joy Clarkson speaks with John Swinton about discipleship and mental health.

What would a world designed for humans with and without disabilities look like?

So trued to a roar, / so accustomed to a grimace / of against, I hardly noticed / it was over.

No diamond, no time, no omen but awe / that a whirlwind could in not cohering cohere. / Loss is my gift, bewilderment my bow.

Consider the shiver that goes through still water like a sound. / Who would we have to be to hear it?