Children
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I made my grandma’s cookiesyesterday. My kids didn’t reallylike them. And why would they?They don’t really resemble a cookieat all. They are far more like agranola bar, cut into bricks and stored in plasticware. I remember them always in the pantry. Enough for visitors–the grandchildren, of course. I’m not sure we liked them much, but…
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We like things big in the U.S. When I was going to school in Canada, I’d show up with a 44 oz drink from Speedway and my friends and professors would shake their heads. One called it “Texas-sized” which is pretty true. We’re obsessed with big. Which is why we have trouble with Jesus always…
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The book had the most evocative title. It really seemed like it was written for me. Parenting Without Regret. Such a powerful statement in three words. And I felt the subtitle in my gut: “Raising Kids With Purpose, Not Perfection”. Deep and poignant. But when I picked up the book, I thought: This is like…
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I didn’t grow up with a regular children’s sermon. Sometimes, we’d be brought up to the front two pews and there was something, maybe it was a children’s sermon…I know we had picture books. Dad likes to read picture books to the children sometimes. That usually is after finding some new ones at Barnes &…
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Any conversation about children in church must begin with children. I say this knowing that it is rarely the case. Much more likely that we begin with how adults handle children or what adults want for their children or what adults can have without children present. I know that this is a touchy subject. But…
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If you talk to certain people, you would get the impression that children were never in church. That church isn’t really for them, anyway. It’s for adults. Kids need to learn about church before they can be in church, they argue. This certainly is not true. Sunday School was only created at the end of…