“What do you remember about last night?” “Just being cold and wet.” I was talking with my nine-year-old daughter while we walked to school about […]
There is a quilting group at my church that has been meeting every week for almost 60 years, working off of donations from cleaned out linen […]
When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. […]
The scribes and the Pharisees sit on Moses’ seat; therefore, do whatever they teach you and follow it; but do not do as they do, […]
My daughter looks exactly like me, down to the shape of her nose and the freckles liberally scattered over it. Her hair is a bit redder, […]
I want to be enough of a roadblock to convince them to think a little more deeply.
Sexuality and gender seem unique in their capacity to elicit terror in adults and embarrassment in children.
The way the Magi leave is just as important as the way they came; the world they encountered in Jesus changes everything.
I want to give my children gifts, but I don’t want them to confuse the fun of getting stuff with real joy.
I have taken a break from the myth of my own indispensability.