The Gospel in Picture Book Form
Reading this book to my boys for the first time, I was not prepared for what I saw when I turned the page.
Reading this book to my boys for the first time, I was not prepared for what I saw when I turned the page.
The specific nature of the birth of Christ is mind-boggling: it was on a certain day, in a certain town, to a certain pair of people.
For those of us who also find ourselves in a land of Arguers, where can we find hope?
Lord, behold our family here assembled.
The average person logs into Instagram and sees an array of delicious, healthy meals, beautifully decorated homes, children in embroidered clothing with perfect hair — all made possible by the woman behind the camera, dressed in the latest trend, and sporting perfectly applied makeup.
The Bible tells us that grace comes through faith, and that faith is the conviction of things unseen. It could be argued, then, that grace is the result of faith in something our modern culture would consider a myth (the unseen world).
But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see.
-C.S. Lewis
On the end of summer, children aging, and missed opportunities The summer break is coming to an end for me and my family, which means that another season of memory-making is closing, my children are getting older, and I have to come to terms with how I spent my precious time with my family. Which…
*in· ex· o· ra· ble (i-ˈnek-sə-rə-bəl ); adjective: not to be persuaded, moved, or stopped :RELENTLESS When I was about four years old my parents changed out our rectangular dining room table for a round one. The reality of the situation was the rectangular table was from their newlywed days, and the round table was…
I wasn’t a big reader as a kid. I read a few of the Great Illustrated Classics, because they had big font and pictures on every other page (Call of the Wild, Black Beauty, and King Arthur were my favorites). I also read AR books in school for points to win prizes. And thanks in…
I was nearing the end of my walk, approaching the last bend before the wide-open field, when a voice startled me. “Guys, I need help!” a child’s voice cried out from beneath the bridge. I paused, looking toward the direction of the voice, when a group of kids, like a swarm of bees, suddenly appeared…
(Editor’s note: we’re interrupting regular programming this week to bring you some contemplative pieces for Holy Week. We’ll be back to regular posting next week. A blessed week to you and yours.) This poem is best accompanied by a reading from John 11. The full text of the poem can be found right here. …