Who doesn’t love a good party? Parties are a wonderful way to celebrate an achievement. The purpose of a party is to gather people, share an experience and build a memory.
American novelist Ernest Hemingway wrote a story about a father and his teenage son. In the story, the relationship had become somewhat strained, and the teenage son ran away from home.
My parents are divorced and remarried. It’s a part of my story, and whether I like it or not, this reality affects how I encounter Jesus’ Prodigal Son parable.
There is so much I could write about this story of the prodigal son. I was a prodigal at one time and so were several of my children.
Before my husband and I had kids, we decided on a list of family values we wanted to define our parenting and the culture of our family.
“I am so sorry I am late…” I said to my friend breathlessly as I approached our table at the coffee shop. I continued with a litany of excuses that led to my tardiness.
The sun glimmered on the leaves near us and the birds tweeted—God had given us a wonderful new day.
When we’re lost in the woods, the road out is longer than the road in. It’s easy to forge off on our own, either to chase a desire or escape reality.
"If you two don't behave, you are going to be sent to—church," I would threaten my preteens, who never had been inside one.