My parents had honest conversations with me about teen parties. Now I want to have one with you.
I may not be a parent, but I sure am praying for you who are – especially as you have hard talks with teens.
I may not be a parent, but I sure am praying for you who are – especially as you have hard talks with teens.
Digging in the dirt and encouraging something to grow changes how we think about God, time, and our lives.
I taught my chapel kids the Lord’s Prayer. They taught me that I am still and always learning prayer.
I like that these prayers always feel accessible to me—always seem to be running on some subliminal loop inside my heart.
When the priest invited her flock to come and see the new table, to worship in the round, to try something new, four little feet—and the two little boys they belong to—took her seriously.
There will be days when we don’t run well—when we fall down or throw up or cry or can’t finish. And that is ok. We have not ruined Lent.
Jesus talks about sowers planting seeds, of abundance out of scraps, about bread and wine and love. This turns out to be very practical wisdom.
The crazier things are in the world or just inside my head, the more I talk to Jesus.
Being adopted by a dog reminded me of some core faith lessons.
One story of an Advent remembered. The tree-trimming, sweet-making, church-going kind.