Family Bible Study: A Labor of Love
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about being frustrated at my family’s lack of scripture in our lives, so we started a family Bible study. Here’s what happened.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about being frustrated at my family’s lack of scripture in our lives, so we started a family Bible study. Here’s what happened.
My daughters, raised on Godly Play, are now drifting away from the Bible. What can I do?
In this image, the Blessed Virgin Mary is taller than the Devil, stronger than the Devil, smiling as she fights the Devil – and she is winning.
When the first day of school arrives, we celebrate like it’s a party.
Peter and the other disciples, witnessing this great event, are just like me as I watch the far more mundane work of God: the growth of ordinary human beings.
I was reminded on Sunday that people make a church a home. Physical structures cannot compare to God’s spirit shining through God’s children.
The first time my children worshipped without me in the pew next to them, something remarkable happened.
Reading another post on this blog prompted me to ask my girls about their personal prayer lives. It went NOTHING like I thought it would.
Memorizing the Lord’s Prayer as a child enabled me to develop a line of communication with God. Now, I appreciate the traditions which enable God’s people, worn by the world, to be refreshed in His presence.
“When Jamie gets to that age, you’re going to help me, right?” “How can I get my kids to turn