When I was 10, I found Jesus in a cake. Our family was celebrating Twelfth Night with friends who hosted
Pentecost 3
Walking in newness of life
“We have been buried with him by baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead
Let’s lose the ugly baggage
The topic of our own looks is so fraught for us. We don’t dare say aloud, “I’m pretty today!” or
How we approach the world
We ask little children what they want to be when they grow up. Even when the answer is “a princess”