In Asheville, one church was dying while another was being born.
children in church
As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
Highlight at church yesterday: a small boy, age four or so, crawling ever so deftly and silently out of the front rows, and getting all the way to the edge of the proscenium.
For career day at my daughter's school, I brought pictures of some of the things pastors do. The students were mostly interested in the funerals.
My Presbyterian granddaughter hasn’t heard about 500 years of conflict over “the real presence.” At her cousins' Catholic church, she washed down the wafer with a large gulp from the cup—and then another.
Calling my wife and me “special” suggests that there is an alternative—that it would have been acceptable to refuse to receive our child.
We had not one but two baptisms the other day. What absorbed me most was the way the little kids edged toward the event like wasps to a picnic.
Part church, part support network for families, Salvage Garden strives to create a space where all are welcome.