“Are you sad?” Without hesitation he said no, and he then paused and asked me, “Why, are you?”
Navigating the Gospel with Hilda of Whitby
Many years ago, before I attended seminary, I worked as a volunteer for the Anglican Church of Tanzania to facilitate youth programs in the section of the country that bordered Rwanda.
Knowing and Saying Their Names
As I sipped my coffee this morning, my son and husband were hunched over the New York Times. We all were discussing the deliberation of the Derek Chauvin trial. Soon we begin listing the recent cases of police brutality in our country.
Saint Matthew – How Jewish was Jesus?
I went to seminary as a single, young woman in my mid-twenties after living overseas in Tanzania for three years. I returned to the States […]
Trusting That Our Lives Have Meaning
Bedtime is always a time of revelation and sometimes self-revelation in our household, particularly with our youngest child who is eight-years-old. We have noticed since Thanksgiving that he has been easily frustrated, trying out unsavory words on his older brother, and bursting into tears quite regularly.
What happens when a godparent dies before the child is grown?
As a family gathers around the baptismal font, the words asked of the godparents are some of the most poignant queries. “Will you be responsible […]
We thanked God for each room in our old home before we moved.
As a parent, moving a family creates a sense of dread and anticipation all wrapped into one.
Jesus moved. The Israelites moved. And we’re moving too.
Moving is once again making me realize: all of life is detaching from that which does not last forever and clinging to the good news in Christ.
My daughter tried to make a bargain with God – then asked me if it would work.
My daughter tried to make a deal with God – not the point of prayer. But so did the Psalmist.
No Battle Hymns for this Christian Mother
As Christians, we approach child-raising differently.