“I don’t think you are doing this whole Christianity thing right.” That’s what my husband said when I started my church search shortly after moving […]
It’s tough to miss my family at church. Obscurity is not our thing. Our group of six easily takes up an entire pew. Four blond […]
My heart broke again. It started in the car. “Mama, no one will include me at recess. I keep asking to play, but everyone already has […]
Some of my first memories of our tiny country church are in the first pew, sitting right next to my great-grandmother. After raising my grandmother […]
I have the good fortune of working with a bright, gifted group of kids who are being raised by loving parents devoted to their Christian […]
This Holy Week, God will be at work in us in ways we cannot yet ask or imagine.
I want to be enough of a roadblock to convince them to think a little more deeply.
Hope is the word I’m clinging to during this Lent.
My attempts to modify others’ behavior during the six weeks before Easter haven’t really been any more effective than my mother’s were.
Sexuality and gender seem unique in their capacity to elicit terror in adults and embarrassment in children.