“Kiddy Pool” Articles

Can Jesus be with Queen Victoria as she struggles to find the right man in a court filled with uncles and male cousins who just want to control her?

As I contemplate the end of the The Great British Bake Off as I know it and its intersection with the end of Christmas, I can’t help but think about the challenge of the Nativity.

Playing the game Picwits helps call me back to God, the one who knows us completely, who makes us whole.

Ruby Bridges reminds us that hatred of God’s children cannot be anything but sinful, and we must be vigilant in confronting not just what we’ve done, but what we have left undone.

As my students and I discussed Herman Melville‘s “Benito Cereno” the text on Friday, many of them wept.

Friendships change. Families change. Traditions change. There is, in every season of change, an everlasting, eternal, unchanging God upon whom I can fix my eyes.

We are all sinners and saints alike, but on All Saints’ Day, we trace our lineage through the departed saints who’ve walked in the faith before us.

God is in those supermarket conversations, and God is in those preschool classrooms; the challenge may be to see Him beyond our own biases.

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! is not about the sacred in opposition to the secular but a striving to find the sacred within the secular.

My husband and I do censor books, but as people of faith, we parents have to trust that we’ve done the best we can to prepare our children to cope in a broken world on their own.

As a parent, I move in time with the liturgy of school and parenthood that allocates a season for all things.

We want to believe that our presidential choice shares our values when it comes to future generations, however unlikely that is in reality.

Reflecting on summer vacation prompts me to consider just how ordinary poverty is for so many of my neighbors, literal and figurative.

Marriage vows hold us to a standard impossible to attain without the grace and forgiveness of Christ and each other.

And Finding Dory is a film that celebrates Dory as the arrow who flies just as much as it celebrates her parents as the stable bow.

I can’t impose the order I long for on the world or even a child’s seashell collection.