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.
I’ve commented to friends once too often that I am deeply grateful that social media and camera phones weren’t a thing when I was in college.
Despite my best attempts, we struggle committing to a formal Christian education time or daily devotion in our house of chaos. I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly why, but it was likely the four busy, beautiful daughters I call my own.
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?
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