My granddaughter told her mother that she didn't like her mother's "workiness." Eva is 4.
Wouldn't it be nice if, when people heard the word "Christian," they thought "Oh you mean those people who are all about peace, non-violence, conflict resolution and love?"
Her life is still full of challenges. But yesterday we celebrated four months with our daughter, who now tips the scale at five pounds.
Why do we have to have winter?
God, thank you for the ways your "yes" is always being echoed on this earth.
When I was young, I knew a family that was fanatically protective of their living room. The armchairs and sofa had plastic covers. The carpet was unblemished. The end tables were Pledged to an impossible sheen.
There's a neat trick to folding the palm fronds in just the right way so that they become crosses. Let's turn our palms into crosses so we won't be tempted to use them as swords.
This story cracks me up. Simon's mother was very ill, consumed with a fever, but Jesus was able to cure his friend's mother, to literally "raise her up." What a moment that must have been.
It occurs to me this being Saturday, and early in September, there may be a fair number of folks preparing their first Sunday School lesson of the year today (or tonight). Thank you.
This is a Mother's Day message for all mothers who just want to lie down. Mothers who don't have nannies, babysitters, housekeepers, or cleaning ladies. This is for all the mothers who don't have help.