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Words
There are no words for some days; there are no words to take away the grimness of the children’s story, fantastic in its horror, incredible yet all too real; we reel, we recoil; there are no words. Even as we … Continue reading
Unexpected gifts: Saint Nicholas
A homily for Trinity Cathedral, Cleveland’s Evensong celebration of the Feast of Nicholas, Bishop of Myra As a child, I heard the story of Jesus welcoming the children and he was the antidote to unfriendly adults, the ones who frowned … Continue reading
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Tagged Advent, children, Christmas, Jesus, legends, parents, Saint Nicholas, Trinity Cathedral Cleveland, unexpected gifts
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Political shenanigans
Long ago and far away, the doorbell rang. I hitched the baby onto my hip and we went to see who was there. The man on the doorstep certainly looked familiar; I knew I had seen him before, and he … Continue reading
God-parenting
Many years ago, when my first daughter was a baby, I heard a sermon which took parents to task regarding their Christian responsibilities to their children. There were various points, and a story. The story involved the preacher’s own infant … Continue reading
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Tagged adolescents, babies, bereavement, children, God, loss, love, parenting
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Mothers’ Day
The Worst Mothers’ Day Ever was the one when I was nine or ten and I had completely forgotten that it was Mother’s Day. I tried to bluff my way through by rifling through my desk, and producing a craft … Continue reading
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