Paris, France. December 1847. Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure, a wine merchant and poet known more for his drinking than his church attendance, was asked by one of the priests to write a poem for Christmas Eve.
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When we were teenagers, my sister, Linda, was a goth. If you remember this particular cultural moment from the mid-2000s, it was all baggy black pants with chains on them, black eyeliner, and graphic tees for bands that were mainly screaming.
My in-laws have a fatal failing, a form of group character flaw, that I can’t reconcile with: they don’t wait until Christmas to open their presents.
Guest Blogger: Molly Atkins, Middle School Program Coordinator
I am so excited and blessed to be a part of this team, and be able to play into these youngsters’ lives!
“Kat, I don’t know why, but I think shooting up a place of worship is worse than shooting up a high school.”
Turns out it’s pretty easy to not have fun at almost anything. Its’ choosing to find delight in life that takes work.
For a lot of 3rd graders in the US (including the ones from our church), this is the time of year when they receive their 3rd grade Bible.
I cried like a baby during The Gathering this week. Not dainty, single tear-cried, like, I had to get up and walk to the back of the room for a napkin-cried.
Guest Blogger: Claire Manno
Claire Manno is a wonderful cheerleader for FUMCFW’s Youth Ministry. Youth Ministry allowed Claire to experience church from a perspective different than that of children’s or adult ministries.