I went out on Free Listening Day not sure what would happen. I was reminded of what matters most.
Tonight I was blessed with a three-generation discussion about the Bible. I’m still pinching myself.
Our four-year-old granddaughter enjoyed retelling the Christmas story. So did I – until it took an unexpected turn.
As a grandparent, I’m called to embody the light of God to my grandkids. One way I do this is through sharing children’s books that pass on essential values.
My relationship with my grandparents planted some of the seeds for my adult conversion to Christianity.
It helps to remember: we are all the Body of Christ, and the hem of his garment.
I was reminded on Sunday that people make a church a home. Physical structures cannot compare to God’s spirit shining through God’s children.