I am now learning to grieve. And my Dad isn’t here to teach me. C.S. Lewis noted after the death of his wife that he didn’t know grief felt so much like fear. The fear I have is that I won’t grieve – or that I won’t grieve well. I have had my tears, but what is grief supposed to look like? How will I know I’ve grieved?
Omar Al-Rikabi ~ The Stuff of Life
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Elizabeth Glass Turner ~ #notwithoutmychild
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Carrie Carter ~ Living Alive
Life, as it should be lived, is far more than a bucket list, more than another experience to cross off.
Carrie Carter ~ Find Your Wings
God so graciously closed all other doors in order to make the decision very clear.
Elizabeth Moyer ~ Anxiety in Worship
Someone living with an anxiety disorder (or any medical condition) that makes being in loud, dark areas or separated from family unendurable does not feel welcomed. This is not a commentary on the theology or religiosity of the “turn up the volume and dim the lights, no children allowed” movement. The concern here is how the Body of Christ meets those who would dare join in for worship.
Tom Fuerst ~ One Thing White Evangelical Parents Can Do
By establishing the habits of observing other people’s sufferings, of taking time to notice the pain and fear around them, we teach our children a genuinely Christian ethic. And in this, my hope is that they become adults who care about justice and equality for everyone. My hope in conversations like this is to sensitize my children to the lived experiences of others. My hope is that our children grow up able to hear, rather than disregard, the fears of others.
Robert Carter ~ Steinbeck and the Prophet Jeremiah
In this particular letter, Jeremiah becomes the linkage between God’s promises for yet-to-be newness and the embittered exiles who are certain that they are unfairly suffering for the sins of previous generations. A creative proverb was gaining popularity among these disenfranchised refugees—everybody was sharing it on their Facebook wall: “The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge.”
Matt Douglass ~ Baptism and the Missing Mind: My Baby
But such things apply to Joy, if at all, in a far diminished way. I sing the Lord’s Prayer to her, but she’ll never learn to pray. We’ll bring her to church, but she’ll never learn the basics of the faith. We’ll take care of her physically, but to what extent can we really meet her spiritual needs?
Wesleyan Accent ~ In Their Words: How Pastors Pray for Their Children (And Raise Them in the Church)
“She grew up knowing the language of prayer, and feeling comfortable with prayer.”