Celebrating James of Jerusalem and the Power of Names
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.
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.
The plague hit our family vacation hard this summer. It was a punishing stomach bug that took down young and old and came back for more.
There were exactly two snowballs in my south Louisiana childhood, and they didn’t fall from the sky in Baton Rouge. They rode down from Ohio on the side of our neighbor’s station wagon, and took their shape when she scooped them and gave them to wide-eyed children who had never seen snow.
A very long time passed between the day we buried my father and the installation of a headstone on his
I stood and stared on the snack food aisle, comparing popcorn labels. I had signed up to bring snacks to
Wednesday was my Leader Day; I’m still partial to this midweek day, despite its reputation as Hump Day—some obstacle to
I can’t quit you, smartphone. I keep thinking we should see other people, and an hour later I’m cradling you
This Holy Week, God will be at work in us in ways we cannot yet ask or imagine.
We do not keep elves on any of our shelves to send behavior reports to the North Pole. Christ came for us while we were yet on the naughty list.
How many of our current events—in politics or in our church deliberations—get stuck in frustrating stalemates?