
“Momma, the man has blood dripping down! What is wrong?” My seven-year-old son stared intently at the photo of Jesus on the cross-taken from the booklet that accompanies “The Story of Jesus for Children.” “Momma, why doesn’t someone give that man a Band-Aid?” I gently explained that my sin, his little seven-year-old sins, were the…

Six feet long or eight feet long? One leaf, or two? We’ve been asking ourselves these questions as we pick out a new dining room table to replace the one that was ruined in our move to Florida. Our family of six can sit quite comfortably at a small table, but what about friends? We…