The Circle
I spoke to my son today about a circle, a very significant circle – perhaps the most significant circle. And I drew one for him on a piece of paper. “Inside the circle, here,” I said as I pointed, “is where it’s safe for us. That’s where we need to stay, wouldn’t you say – in the safe place?” I asked him.
“You see, if we go outside the circle, there’s no protection.”
My son had always been fascinated by knights and castles, so I don’t think it was hard for him to imagine the risk that could be involved with leaving the protection of a fortress, knowing that there were deadly enemies outside of those walls. Read more!
I spoke to my son today about a circle, a very significant circle – perhaps the most significant circle. And I drew one for him on a piece of paper. “Inside the circle, here,” I said as I pointed, “is where it’s safe for us. That’s where we need to stay, wouldn’t you say – in the safe place?” I asked him.
“You see, if we go outside the circle, there’s no protection.”
My son had always been fascinated by knights and castles, so I don’t think it was hard for him to imagine the risk that could be involved with leaving the protection of a fortress, knowing that there were deadly enemies outside of those walls. Read more!
When Friendship Hurts
They'd just not quite been themselves for the past few days. They were moping, and I sensed a possible reason why. Testing the waters, I casually commented, "Maybe I'll call Mrs. Hall this morning and see if Lauren and Timmy can come over later today to play awhile." They both looked up from their books with the same expression - something between shock and agony. My mother's heart had recently observed that Lauren and Timmy had become enamored of the children of a new neighborhood family, and apparently had completely dropped by the wayside their longtime playmates, my children. Read more!
They'd just not quite been themselves for the past few days. They were moping, and I sensed a possible reason why. Testing the waters, I casually commented, "Maybe I'll call Mrs. Hall this morning and see if Lauren and Timmy can come over later today to play awhile." They both looked up from their books with the same expression - something between shock and agony. My mother's heart had recently observed that Lauren and Timmy had become enamored of the children of a new neighborhood family, and apparently had completely dropped by the wayside their longtime playmates, my children. Read more!
Not Quite Like Santa Claus
Well, Kids, it’s not quite as simple a matter as believing, or not believing, in Santa Claus - or in Peter Pan, or the Easter Bunny. If Santa Claus should actually exist, but we chose not to believe in him, there wouldn’t be any dire consequences for our error.” My kids looked at me as if I just didn’t know! “Not really,” I prodded them, rolling my eyes with a little dramatic sarcasm. They understood of course: after all, “presents or no presents” wasn’t a matter that would end the world! I returned to a serious tone: “But, with God it’s altogether a different matter - whether we believe in Him or not.” I had their attention. Read more!
Well, Kids, it’s not quite as simple a matter as believing, or not believing, in Santa Claus - or in Peter Pan, or the Easter Bunny. If Santa Claus should actually exist, but we chose not to believe in him, there wouldn’t be any dire consequences for our error.” My kids looked at me as if I just didn’t know! “Not really,” I prodded them, rolling my eyes with a little dramatic sarcasm. They understood of course: after all, “presents or no presents” wasn’t a matter that would end the world! I returned to a serious tone: “But, with God it’s altogether a different matter - whether we believe in Him or not.” I had their attention. Read more!