Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, Universal chose to release Trolls World Tour to streaming platforms to rent. A 48 hour rental costs $19.99. Initially I […]
Imagining the Unimaginable
We have “wittingly” exposed our children to the lyrics and notes of the musical Hamilton.
A Journey with John
The image of light in John’s gospel has lingered with me in my days over the past few weeks
The simplest love story, loud and true
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.
Let your children fly
Letting go of your children is tough. Miriam shares what happened when she let her daughter make her own way.
Praying in Song
I have a confession to make: We do not pray at home, as a family, with any regularity. There, I said it.
Practicing Christmas
When is it okay to start listening to Christmas music? This is not a trick question—I am not the worship police, but I am very aware that we Christians can be particularly judgy about music. For years, I, too, did not want to acknowledge Christmas music in Advent, not least because I love Advent and its hymns (“Comfort, Comfort Ye My People!”).
Telling the Story of God’s Promise through the O Antiphons
This song tells us a very important story, like most songs do. It comes from the heart of God’s people, from across thousands of years, and still means something holy and hopeful every single time we sing it. With titles and word pictures taken from the prophet Isaiah’s conversations about the Messiah, we see all the ways Jesus has come to reconcile the world to himself. Each verse reminds us of a different promise God has bought into being, has made come true, in the person of Jesus.
Poetry and the Good News Radio
I’m alone. Nobody likes me. God must not care. I can’t trust anybody. I can’t do anything right. Life’s not fair. Have you heard your […]
Help me up, this is my song
Some of my first memories of our tiny country church are in the first pew, sitting right next to my great-grandmother. After raising my grandmother […]