Everyone loves babies. They know where they’ve come from and they know to whom they belong: Infinite Love.
By sharing in our brokenness, we find healing. We find God.
All of the snippets of scripture that we hear in worship and sing in hymns “count” in my children’s Christian education.
In my search for great books about faith, I’ve found some really wonderful ones.
We want to know scripture, and we want our children to know scripture. Here are some ways to begin.
When dealing with teenagers, you have a choice: let their mood dictate everything else going on, or allow them to feel their feelings while you do something different. Here’s what happened when I sprang a last-minute trip to the beach on the girls.
I read my boys the Bible every morning during their growing-up years. I’m glad I did.
Your screaming toddler just might save your soul.
This week, the annual business meeting and conference of The Union of Black Episcopalians is taking place in New Jersey. I can’t help but reflect on my past years attending UBE as a child and teenager. I waited for it all year.
My daughter would start with the memorized prayer, then go “off script” and talk to God. She learned to pray.