Palm Sunday will be here in just a few short days and I am not ready for it. I’m not ready for Holy Week as a priest, as a parent, or as an individual person trying to follow Christ. And yet, it’s coming.
Earlier this winter I started participating in our church’s weekly women’s group, which was finishing up The Gifts of Imperfection by Brené Brown.
It had been such a rough day. My eyes hurt from crying tears of frustration, and I was tired.
The voices in my head were getting louder. The ones that all mothers know. My daughter whispered tentatively through my closed bedroom door, “Mama. I’m hungry.” Again? I thought, “Just a minute.”
God provides many opportunities for families to explore the breadth and depth of our faith as we practice social distancing. Follow the Way of Love as we continue to practice faith at home in uncertain times.
We need to talk about getting out the door to church on Sunday morning.
When did you become an adult? Was there a moment, an inbreath as a child followed by a grownup outbreath?
Our two older sons, ages 7 and 9, expressed some curiosity regarding Leap Year and this “extra day” it brings.
The story of Hans and Sophie Scholl is a powerful story of faith and courage.
I threw the best spiral of my life yesterday afternoon.