Things you hear at our house . . .
. . . and perhaps at yours, you tell me. Please. I mean it. I’d be glad to know mine aren’t the only 2 having these deep theological discussions. I’m not even sure what started…
Church provides us with an endless supply of humor caused by the kids. . .
. . . and perhaps at yours, you tell me. Please. I mean it. I’d be glad to know mine aren’t the only 2 having these deep theological discussions. I’m not even sure what started…
Part of our morning routine involves a brief time of “praying for the day” in the car on the way to school. One would think this event would engender feelings of good will and spirutality but…
With the holidays approaching we’ve been spending a lot of time thinking and talking about some of our favorite seasonal memories of the kids. One that always makes me laugh is the story of Hanna’s…
“I LOVE going to church” exclaimed the boy to his sisters, “because we get to eat bread!”. “Is that the ONLY reason you like to go?” inquired one of the sisters. “No, we get to…
“Do we get to eat the bread now?” asked the boy (volume knob still stuck at 11) during the church service. (Communion is one his favorite parts…)
So we sat there listening as the boy sang at the top of his lungs the first two verses of one of the more familiar songs. At the end of it he turned to us…
Church, a few years back. Skip to the end of the service, where the final hymn is sung and the audience rests in a moment of solitude, reflecting on the message, the meaning, and the…