I love everything about this new season of Epiphany—chalking the doors, eating King Cake, wearing crowns, and reflecting on the light.
According to South Indian Christian tradition, Saint Thomas the Apostle set sail for the Malabar Coast (present-day Kerala) in 52 CE.
I meet Photine in her slumped shoulders.
John, for me, is the apostle of light, the apostle who shines the light on the true nature of our God and our Lord and Savior.
After a year of online Sunday School, he had lots of questions.
Each complete, in and of their own selves, individually, yet exist corporately together, as one construct, or being.
Do you remember observing Maundy Thursday at home last year? It felt like a quaint, one-time experience to share with our households, then years later share as a story with future generations of the family. Except of course, it wasn’t a one-time experience. We’re here again a year later with another Maundy Thursday at home.
I was pretty clear with myself that I didn’t think it would be an easy practice to take on reading daily scripture together, I was hopeful. And, in fact, it has been a hope-sustaining and lovely time.
We are three days into the Good Book Club and so far, we are batting three for three in the Liles household. It feels like a heroic accomplishment during this first week back to school after winter break.
I had a friend once observe about Lenten disciplines that, while they shouldn’t be used as just another way to try to address our bad habits, there was some comfort in trying out a discipline without the pressure of “forever.”