My family was working our way through a 14-day Valen-Kinds daily devotion. This year, as we inch towards Valentine’s Day, I am more than ready to get out the big felt heart, scripture sticks, and notecards.
Jesus’ family makes me uncomfortable. In fact, I wouldn’t allow such seedy characters into my living room or sanctuary.
How do we observe Advent?
I am the oldest of three children in my family. My two sisters are my best friends, though for many years before I came to see them that way they were also my worst enemies.
My daughter worships Harriet. Literally. Last year I overheard her praying to Harriet Tubman to offer her guidance and courage.
At the local library yesterday, my four-year-old granddaughter listened to stories about stars, and about how everything on earth – including the Earth itself — is made from the debris of exploding stars, known as supernovas.
After online and in-person trainings, and a firm understanding that we would not be adopting any pets of our own, we became certified Operation Kindness volunteers, the largest no kill shelter in north Texas.
When we had our first babies, reading aloud was a way to pass the time, from Narnia to seminary homework.
Earlier this year, I met a friend for a remarkable lunch. A relatively new church goer, she had heard a sermon on the beatitudes and wanted to speak with me about whether we Christians were really serious about trying to live that out.
We are entering one of my most dreaded times: college acceptance season.
