Gathered around the baptismal font, right before questions are asked and promises are made, parents are instructed to “name this child.”
“Are you sad?” Without hesitation he said no, and he then paused and asked me, “Why, are you?”
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.
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.
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 […]
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.
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 […]
As a parent, moving a family creates a sense of dread and anticipation all wrapped into one.
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 deal with God – not the point of prayer. But so did the Psalmist.