My fifteen-month-old son’s favorite game is “run into Mommy’s room and grab things out of her nightstand before she catches me.” As soon as I set him on his feet at the top of the stairs, he bolts down the hall, giggling, and by the time I’ve finished fastening the baby gate behind me he’s fleeing the scene of the crime, clutching his contraband. When I catch him an (...)
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Beautiful! Many thanks for giving readers this delightful account.
Once long ago, an Episcopalian woman priest was caught in her sacristy nursing her very small child. Was that not a most beautiful description of 'Eucharist?' Recently in our inter-faith gatherings, it has been the sincere and caring ministry of women pastors and associates that has brought us interfaith retreats and celebrations, ministry to those suffering from HIV, World Aids Day candlelight services, and many forms of silent prayer witness in the public spaces of our community. They are all married and mothers, and they surely and definitely 'nurse their flocks.'