Epiphany offers us a chance to remember that Jesus was a king, but not the king people thought he would be. He was a baby, a child of God, and his life promised that we, too, would all be children of God. The prophets foretold him, God revealed him, the Three Kings honored him, and we adore him.
Studying Exodus with teenagers is teaching me.
Mom cooked a huge Thanksgiving meal each year – and I never got why. Until, that is, we had to celebrate Thanksgiving without her.
The disciples would be seen as misfits in tension with the established social norms and hierarchies. Sounds pretty punk rock to me.
A few weeks ago, my youth group joined Southern Ohio’s Diocesan Big Read, where we all read Exodus in community. What would my youth group think of my plan to have Bible study each week? Would extra snacks help? Here’s what happened.
Unlike the other gospelwriters, Luke includes the events surrounding and supporting the birth of Christ.
I don’t know about your feed, but mine is full of posts about how to talk to our children about this latest tragedy. Here’s where God led us when we finally did.
One would think, after my own experience, that I’d be ultra careful with my own kids’ scriptural education.
There is nothing better than being with people of deep faith during a scary time.
I have read through the Bible, cover to cover, probably three times so far.