I'm not really crafty or artistic. I don't love buying carefully selected gifts. I don't love carving out big chunks of time to spend with my family. I just want to get my to-do list finished. And during the holidays, that list is impossibly long. Consequently, I just don’t feel like I’m great at Advent.
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Now that we’ve wrapped up Recovering Redemption, here are a few take away from the sermon series. You can also check out the digital guide for a complete picture of the series, featuring video sermons, stories, resources and more.
There’s something really beautiful about gathering with family and worshiping together. Growing up, I remember sitting in “big church” with my parents every Sunday. I was raised in a very small church in a small town, and we didn’t have the staff or resources to do separate programs for children. So each Sunday our family of five filled a pew. I sang songs I didn’t fully understand. I ...
About a week ago, we gathered some “foodie” friends for what is becoming an annual tradition: Mock Thanksgiving. It’s like a dry run for a Thanksgiving that we would never actually serve to our families, an excuse to experiment with a menu that, for most of us, is set in stone for the actual day.
The Christmas season is upon us. Even though Thanksgiving has yet to come and go, there’s no denying that the most wonderful time of the year is here.
God calls the family to play a vital role in discipling the next generation. How this is accomplished varies from family to family and is as unique as the DNA of each home. Family discipleship isn’t one-size-fits-all, and it isn’t easy—even the most intentional of Christian parents may find themselves at a loss as to how to begin.
We’ve all done it. We shuffle down a row of chairs and, just before we arrive at a person, we stop one chair short. We leave an empty seat between us and the other person, secretly hoping an usher won’t ask us to “scoot in.” What does that empty seat say? Why are we compelled to leave that “safe seat” between us and others?
I just marked the 10-year anniversary of my 21st birthday. It’s shocking how fast that decade flew past me— 21 feels like a long weekend ago. Convinced more than ever that time flies, I started thinking about what I might say if I had the chance to sit down with me 10 years ago. Four thoughts came to mind.