Howard Thurman writes, “In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.”
My very first Ash Wednesday as a baptized member of the Episcopal Church was February 13, 2013. My husband was at home that evening with our infant son, John Paul, and I was at church alone. I
Students found the idea of a week in silence more alarming than a week detoxing from substance abuse, but as full time high school English teachers, my husband and I treasured the time in silence and prayer.
What we do now will affect those born a century from now.
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.