When I was young, my family used to gather around the dinner table every evening to enjoy a meal together. It was our special time to thank God for family, faith, and food, even if that meant praising the Lord for takeout.
When the social isolation impacts of the Coronavirus began, I was talking to my kids’ shared godmother about how she was doing.
Imagine an annual spring tradition in which you plant basil seeds in an herb garden while retelling the story of Helena digging up her own basil and finding Jesus’ cross.
Maybe I am a hopeless optimist, but I think it is always worth a try to bring my family back around to faith, laughter, and great conversations.