In the Gospel for this Pentecost Sunday, one line jumps out at me in particular as a parent. Jesus says to the disciples, I did […]
Three months ago I finally carved out time to read the parenting book a church speaker recommended in the fall. This speaker has the reputation […]
I should’ve been prepared for my own child to tell me he was experiencing doubt. But I wasn’t.
This Holy Week, God will be at work in us in ways we cannot yet ask or imagine.
In Saul I recognize the passionate energy of my own boys and many other children I’ve worked with over the years.
Jesus builds his church on the confession of a man with a sketchy record when it comes to firm faith.
Talking with unchurched grandchildren about matters of faith involves a dance whose steps I’m still learning.
Do you have a dream you’re working on? Miriam reflects on her life’s dream, and what it feels like to achieve a goal with the help of faith and family.
“Do you really believe Jesus is the Son of God?” the teen asked. “I do,” I said, “and I don’t need anyone else to agree with me.”
This end-of-year sprint is familiar territory for all of us. And still, every year it rolls around and surprises us.