“To everything there is a season,” goes the well-worn wisdom of Scripture, “and a time and a purpose for everything under heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1) These words ring as comforting and true in the liminal times, when we are crossing a threshold from one part of our lives to an obviously different part. Continue reading
If there is a place for experiential knowledge of the gospel, it is in the hands of a child with a paintbrush. Continue reading
What about children hearing a bible story for the first time? What is interpretation to a child? Like adults, they use their senses. Continue reading
It is something to be able to witness change. There are moments in our lives, like the first day of school, when change is palpable. Change comes like the smell of cold in the fall air, the rain that stops just before you and your little one open the front door to go. Continue reading
I was flabbergasted under the morning light spilling through the stain-glassed windows. Could I teach with a baby in my arms? Continue reading
Trinities work within our own lives. We can find them endlessly. Continue reading
As you prepare for the upcoming year with children, may your understanding be filled with the light of the resurrected Christ. May there be that much love in what you do: love that is given to you, and love that comes from you. Thanks to you, the lamp of your church’s commitment to children cannot be extinguished. Never stop. Continue reading
What if we took a moment to talk about the Trinity with our children? We can learn how to love by thinking about how the Father, Son and Holy Spirit love one another? Continue reading
Some children will arrive at church wide-eyed this Sunday having seen pictures or having escaped the fires of Fort McMurray fires. How can you show them the peace of Christ? Mr. Roger’s mother said it well. (Mothers often do.) As a boy, when he saw scary things in the news, his mum said look for the helpers. Continue reading
These cultural narratives touch me and worry me. I count my two children as the greatest blessings of my life. I desperately want to raise them to know generous and unconditional and ever-present love. I worry that I work too much, that I’m distracted too often, that I get too caught up in the busyness of life and responsibilities and that I am failing them as their mother. I am a guilty working mother. Continue reading
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