Growing up in Michigan, Uncle Charlie’s “Keys for Kids” radio show was a weekly tradition.
I don’t advise taking the trash out at midnight in sleet conditions.
A formerly homeschooled kid myself, I never felt the desire to homeschool my own children.
We need to talk about getting out the door to church on Sunday morning.
As a teen, my stomach sank whenever I boarded a plane. I wasn’t scared to fly, I was nervous about sharing the gospel with my seatmate. What could be more awkward than cornering the total stranger trapped next to you to inquire about their eternal destiny? Yet that’s what my evangelical preachers told me to do on flights.
Sitting around the breakfast table last year, I read through the story of the Annunciation with my children. We paused at the illustration and took in the details. Dirt floor. No windows. I asked, “Does this look like a poor person’s house or a rich person’s house?
We scrolled through the images on the child sponsorship website. Boys and girls with dark hair, shirts buttoned all the way to the top, serious […]
Editor’s Note: This is the second post in Meredith Baker’s series on Whole Body Worship. In case you missed her first post on liturgical movements, […]
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 […]
I’m alone. Nobody likes me. God must not care. I can’t trust anybody. I can’t do anything right. Life’s not fair. Have you heard your […]