These days my prayers are an admission that I’m not the one in control.
Talking with unchurched grandchildren about matters of faith involves a dance whose steps I’m still learning.
The creation of these prayers nearly always binds a group together in profound ways.
What we do now will affect those born a century from now.
Family visits can be a pilgrimage into the heart of love and acceptance, not perfect like God’s love, but a great reflection.
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
I went out on Free Listening Day not sure what would happen. I was reminded of what matters most.
I taught my granddaughter the Easter “Alleluia” and the message of the season.
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.
My son stunned me with the depth of his faith and passion for the teachings of Jesus.