Editor’s Note: This post has been adapted from Mary Lee’s original post for The New Northeast, a online community for the Episcopal Diocese of Maine. […]
Life’s Longing for Itself
These days my prayers are an admission that I’m not the one in control.
Trying – and sometimes failing – to commend the faith with grandkids at Christmastime.
Talking with unchurched grandchildren about matters of faith involves a dance whose steps I’m still learning.
Calling On God in Common, Creative Prayer
The creation of these prayers nearly always binds a group together in profound ways.
The Bible and quantum physics teach us: our actions affect future generations.
What we do now will affect those born a century from now.
Family travels can be like pilgrimages – even if you’re not going far.
Family visits can be a pilgrimage into the heart of love and acceptance, not perfect like God’s love, but a great reflection.
My morning prayers keep me focused on the Holy Spirit’s presence.
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
I tried “Free Listening.” I rediscovered that listening is priceless.
I went out on Free Listening Day not sure what would happen. I was reminded of what matters most.
Resilience and Resurrection: Lessons from Holy Week & Easter
I taught my granddaughter the Easter “Alleluia” and the message of the season.
Preparing for Easter with grandchildren (who don’t know the story)
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.