The other day at work, I had a routine interaction with a coworker that left me feeling unsettled. The woman is new to my organization, and we had an orientation meeting so I could provide an overview of the projects I work on that will overlap with hers.
If there is a verse that I have preached to myself, if there is a promise that I have held onto, it is this one. God equips us for what God calls us do in our lives. In my family, God equips us to homeschool and to care for orphans and to pray for troubled marriages.
“Grandma, where’s your mean picture?” asks my seven-year old grandson.“Mean” picture? Our house is full of family photos, paintings, icons – but I can’t think of any “mean” pictures.
In the middle of a Saturday morning, with cartoon noise in the background, two dogs snoring after a brisk walk around the neighborhood, brothers rushing out the garage door to ride bikes and meet up with friends, our littlest will bust out in song.
There’s going to be a brother in our house. The two big sisters, upon learning we are expecting a boy, spent nearly five minutes in anguish before returning to delightful anticipation of Baby.
Anyone who visits our house might guess at why we love Saint Francis of Assisi, known for his love of animals.
As a dad of two daughters, I have a lot of feelings about today’s feast day for Mary and Martha of Bethany.
Last Sunday, my youth group blessed themselves and each other when they set summer goals.
Jesus with gray hair? That’s not an image I’d ever imagined, not until my six-year-old granddaughter created one.
Lent is upon us, the forty days set aside to prepare to celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus.