An Open Letter to My Sunday School Students
I miss you. I miss meeting with you on Sunday mornings and finding out what’s happening in your life. About your new puppy. About how
I miss you. I miss meeting with you on Sunday mornings and finding out what’s happening in your life. About your new puppy. About how
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of bad news. So when I got an email from award-winning author Laura Denooyer asking if she
(a dramatic narration, originally presented at the Crossway Ladies’ Christmas Brunch in Bristol, WI) It was hot and dusty. Totally opposite of our current cold
They named a drink after me. Usually had it ready the moment they saw my license plate. I’d walk in the door, and the whole
It was a book I threw together. Something quick for Sunday School to teach the lesson in a unique way. Nothing unusual there. My students
With a title like that, I guess I could take this many directions. For one, “forgetting what lies behind, and pressing on to what’s ahead.”
Parenting can be 24/7. For years. And for much of that time, you labor to work yourself out of the job. But some parts? They
I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once. “Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?”
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