I was not the first person to hide from God, and I didn’t know that my hiding place was darkened…
At the request of a kind friend and Orthodox priest, I have researched evidence-based practices that help people with ADD…
I call upon the Equals to the Apostles to bear myrrh with me For the innocent ones lost, for my…
When I was a teenager, I went to a legalistic Baptist Bible Fellowship church that generously picked me up each…
I’m forty-three years old, and I only started praying Morning Prayer a little over a month ago. I don’t mean…
*(C) is the Roman numeral for one hundred thousand I watched the grass grow the summer I was eight years…
We’ve used the original visual schedule almost every week for the past three years to help my children participate in…
I’m working into the wee hours every night to finish up the manuscript for my book, Of Such is the…
The most effective and lasting way to teach is through how we arrange and prioritize spaces. The ancients knew this…
A few weeks ago, I traveled to Antiochian Village to attend the Ancient Faith Women’s Retreat. On the first morning,…
For those of us who ask the help of saints in our daily lives, one of the first questions that…
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How long can I carry a broken heart through the world? How long can I imagine myself severed from all…
As soon as dawn woke the birds, before the sunrise had warmed the cicadas into song, the villagers smiled into…
Lazarus was listening for Jesus long before he died. He would hear his friend’s voice on the road of an afternoon and rush to find his sisters.
“Martha, bring the good olives. Mary, set out your finest cheese. I will get the water to wash his feet.”
He listened for the voice on his sickbed, his deathbed, and in the tomb, he listened.