I recently found a journal that I had kept daily for the first five years of my son Julian’s life. During that period of time, his younger brother Britton was born,...

I recently spent time babysitting a darling two-year-old and was amazed at how many things she put into her mouth. It started with her toys. It was as if she had...

I have always marveled at what a great father my dad was, especially considering that he had such a difficult childhood. His parents were neglectful and drank way too much. At...

I was recently looking at Facebook, and a beautiful picture of one of my childhood friends popped up in my feed. She looked great and had hardly changed a bit. As...

One Lenten season, during children’s church, we began practicing contemplative prayer. We would sit still for one minute and just “be” in the presence of God. At first, it was difficult;...

When my grandson was five years old, he had already figured out how to use my phone better than I could! His favorite part of my phone was voice command. He...

When we were babies, we had no shame about crying for help. We can't remember it, but when we were hungry, we cried out. When we had wet our diapers and...

It has always troubled me that in some circles, this Sunday after Easter is called “low Sunday.” Don’t misunderstand. I know that the Easter throngs have mostly disappeared, the flowers have...

“There was not a needy person among them” is an arresting thought. In my part of the country, especially in the warmer weather and at intersections and the end of highway...

The kindred unity of yesterday’s aspirational psalm appears to be realized in this early experiment in Christian communal living: “Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart...