The other day I overheard my husband, Tony, practicing listening prayer with our three-year-old daughters. I was walking up the stairs when I heard their conversation and, needing fodder for this post, I stopped to listen. Tony told them that…
As a pastor, I have a front row seat for communion. We practice intinction at our church, which means that each congregant tears a piece of bread from a common loaf, then dips it in the cup. I get to…
For my three-year-old daughter, Hazel, there is no place like a bathroom for theological conversation. Feet dangling off the edge of the toilet, she ponders the mysteries of God. Some of her words have jarred me. She recently mused, “You…
I complain about my children most days. They are fabulous little human beings, but there are just so many of them. I have a five-year-old, Oscar, and twin three-year-olds, Hazel and Mae. It turns out I’m not particularly well suited…
