Jesus with gray hair? That’s not an image I’d ever imagined, not until my six-year-old granddaughter created one.
On Palm Sunday, during the reading of the passion gospel, my three and a half year old learned that Jesus died. On the one hand, I was swelling with parental pride for his calm attentiveness and understanding of the story. But on the other hand, I was worried about how this new information would begin processing in his young mind.
It can be difficult for our children to the stories of Holy Week. Here are some tips for preparing children for the Passion.
Every year my sermon for Ash Wednesday comes down to one thing: this business of smearing ashes on our faces? It’s for us, not for God.
A very long time passed between the day we buried my father and the installation of a headstone on his grave, for a variety of […]
As a family gathers around the baptismal font, the words asked of the godparents are some of the most poignant queries. “Will you be responsible […]
Last night my husband and I went to see the movie based on Fred Roger’s ministry, Won’t You Be My Neighbor. In the 1980s, his show […]
How would we know love, true love, without its companion death?
Your screaming toddler just might save your soul.
Before my mom died, I faced Lent with a kind of calculated resolve. Now the season opens up differently for me, into a sort of invitation.