“But we already went to church today!” my son said plaintively. “That’s right,” I replied, but “it was my church; now we’re going to mommy’s […]
When I first attended the Episcopal Church as an evangelical, low-church college student, the liturgical service had a foreign choreography. It was as confusing as […]
As a parent, moving a family creates a sense of dread and anticipation all wrapped into one.
We can pattern our lives at home after the pattern we see in the liturgy.
If I want to be able to absorb all the new life Easter has to offer – all the resistance it offers to the powers of sin in our broken world – I need the grace that comes with honest confession and repentance.
My dad didn’t just explain football to me—he and mom explained what was going on in church too: what we were doing and why it was important. Now I do the same.