If you’re anything like me, you might have still found scraps of Christmas lying around when you were getting ready to help your children with a school Valentine’s Day celebration. It’s still cold in most parts of the country, and we might still feel a bit of a holiday hangover when we’re not quite sure what to do with ourselves in the days following the Feast of the Epiphany.
I’ve been tempted in the past to say that I’ve been tricked into thinking that I’m a good parent because I have easy children. I say “tempted” because the last time I sat down to write something about that, I was in the ER that night with a kid who needed stitches in his head after an unfortunate encounter with the sideboard in our dining room.
During the summer between my second and third years of law school, I worked as an intern in the General Counsel’s Division of Children, Family, and Aging. Every morning, I made my way to the Hubert Humphrey building in the shadow of the nation’s capitol, not realizing until then how many federal government employees filled Washington, D.C. every day.
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My attempts to modify others’ behavior during the six weeks before Easter haven’t really been any more effective than my mother’s were.
We have transitioned away from “cute” to… toeing the line of scary.
One would think, after my own experience, that I’d be ultra careful with my own kids’ scriptural education.
All of the snippets of scripture that we hear in worship and sing in hymns “count” in my children’s Christian education.