The banging of little metal cars against each other with the sounds of crashes made by young mouths. The shuffle of paper and the clack, clack, clack of a pile of markers being dumped out. An angry squeal by a younger sibling to ‘give it back!’
I have a confession to make: We do not pray at home, as a family, with any regularity. There, I said it.
In the church year, Advent is a season of waiting. It’s a season when we are all encouraged to slow down and exercise our patience muscles in anticipation of the birth of our Savior.
It can be very difficult to invite others into the messy, private worlds we inhabit with our immediate families, and if we’re lucky, our most […]
During Lent this year, our church decided to start using the “modern” version of the Lord’s Prayer. I think it was to help keep us […]