Advent is my favorite season. The waiting, the candles, the music, the smells of cookies and gingerbread baking, the early darkness; I revel in all of it. As a child with infinite imagination, every year I embraced the anticipation of the Christ child with all my heart. And yes, Santa and gifts were fine with me too. But it is the expectation of wonder that thrills my heart. These days, as a parent, a Christian educator, and a reluctant adult, it’s all a little more complicated.
Embracing an Imperfect Observation of Advent
There is so much I hoped to do during this Advent, for my own kids, for the children and families in my ministry, and yes, for myself. And as always, come Christmas morning, some of it will have to be put away with vague hopes and promises of next year
Friendship Bracelets and Forming Faith with Youth
My left wrist currently sports a grand assortment of colorful friendship bracelets; a sure sign that I spent the summer with the people and doing […]
A Language Practice for Pentecost
In the Gospel for this Pentecost Sunday, one line jumps out at me in particular as a parent. Jesus says to the disciples, I did […]
Gabriel’s call, Mary’s “yes” – and my response to my son’s doubt.
I should’ve been prepared for my own child to tell me he was experiencing doubt. But I wasn’t.
This Lent, I’m practicing breath prayer with my teens. You can too.
I encourage my boys to pray, but I’m not sure I’ve done a good job of showing them how. That’s something I will change this Lent.
Why the Conversion of St Paul Gives Us Hope for Our Most Passionate and Energetic Children
In Saul I recognize the passionate energy of my own boys and many other children I’ve worked with over the years.
St. John looks for Jesus – and so do we.
As the detritus of Christmas surrounds us, where do we see Jesus?
Christ is unlike any king the world has ever known.
“Do you really believe Jesus is the Son of God?” the teen asked. “I do,” I said, “and I don’t need anyone else to agree with me.”
My mother taught me to listen to my angels.
Angels are messengers of God, sent to help us when we’re not hearing the still small voice.