It turns out, church summer camp changed my life.
Concentrated time with Jesus and a faithful, beloved community such as the ones formed at camp are important for all of us.
Concentrated time with Jesus and a faithful, beloved community such as the ones formed at camp are important for all of us.
Being turned away at another church taught me the value of the sacrament of reconciliation in my own.
We can pattern our lives at home after the pattern we see in the liturgy.
I met them when we volunteered together through an Episcopal program. They’ve shown me the love of God for almost two decades.
Sacrificial love is an embodied faith lived for the benefit of other people.
I have to tend the beds of my heart, and weed out the garbage that threatens the tender vines and leaves of my life that God has called to be fruitful.
Moving is once again making me realize: all of life is detaching from that which does not last forever and clinging to the good news in Christ.
I said a prayer for guidance and remembered no one can comprehend the grace of God.
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
How I feel about these plants in my garden is merely a fraction of the way Jesus feels about me and how I am growing.