These desert mothers were not escaping society as much as they were escaping themselves
I recently had a literal “come to Jesus” moment while saying goodbye to a fellow parishioner leaving our Sunday service.
I typically welcome the shorter days that accompany the season of Advent. Less daylight should theoretically translate to fewer distractions and more snuggling on the couch, under fleece blankets with warm cups in hand.
When we offer nighttime prayers at our house, we always include a section of ‘thank you, God’.
There are a lot of great quotations attributed to people who are not responsible for them.
The older I get, the more I realize that following Christ is a lifelong journey. It isn’t something I can accomplish overnight. Rather, it’s a long, slow process of growth and transformation.
What’s your new year looking like? For one church, it’s a return to the physical building. Here’s how youth minister Miriam McKenney created a plan for maximum safety and fun in a big pop-up tent.
Emotions stand at what feels like a mere blink away, always. I hear her message, that one I read just before a daughter was delivered weeks early and would need multiple surgeries before she and I finally got to sleep under the same roof of home…eucharisteo. Thanks in all circumstances, for all things.
Though we are not out of the woods yet, I’ve already begun looking in the rear-view mirror. In doing so, I’ve found some amazing gifts from this time.
Lolo had volleyball practice last night from 5-7 p.m. just like every other Tuesday and Thursday since March when this masked season hesitantly started.