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Fellow fans of C.S. Lewis will perhaps recognize the title of this piece as taken from an essay of Lewis’ own. This was the title of a sermon he preached at the Church of St. Mary the Virgin in Oxford in October 1939. His country was trembling in fear as they entered another unwanted war, and students in Oxford inevitably were asking themselves the question, “What is the use of beginning a task which we have so little chance of finishing?”—the task, of course, being their Oxford education. Lewis, a teacher in Oxford, strove to deal with that question by providing answers that were timeless.
The Orthodox blogging community, at large, is both a blessed gift and a stumbling block for so many of us. It’s a two sided coin. On the one hand, we can find inspiration through the words of a myriad of Orthodox writers with a few, simple clicks of our mouse. This is an opportunity of a magnitude never before seen throughout history. We can connect with other Orthodox individuals and families across the United States or even on the other side of the world within seconds. We can support one another, share resources, and even ask questions. This is especially a blessing to those living in rural areas or in a sparsely populated Orthodox community.
It is my hope that readers of this post will offer their own strategies for engaging our young children (ages 2-5) in worship. The previous post explored ways to engage infants and young toddlers. The next posts will focus on school-age children and teens. So many dedicated parents and other members of the community creatively nuture and help focus the attention of our children during Liturgy, and we can use this as an opportunity to learn from each other.
It is my hope that readers of this post will offer their own strategies and tactics for engaging our infants and young toddlers in worship. The next post will focus on pre-schoolers, and the final posts on school-age children and teens. I have seen many brilliant and creative ways parents and other members of the community nuture and help focus the attention of our children during Liturgy. I look forward to this opportunity to learn from each other.
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Holy Week is, by far, the most powerful week in our Church. It's also the busiest. As a mother of three, I am always on the lookout for different ways to involve my children and help them understand the significance of everything that we're celebrating. These resources make that much easier.
For reasons known or unknown, many women, despite loving children and longing for one (or many) of their own, find themselves childless. Whether it be because they never married, or despite marrying the Lord never granted them children, they arrive at the same place. However, even if childless, I don’t believe they are called to be any less motherly. In fact, I believe all women, whether married, unmarried, or even monastic are called to be mothers.
The frankincense rains through my fingers, a shower of fragrant amber pebbles. It is a warm weeknight midway through Lent--breezy, windows in the house all open, the air filled with the smell of things growing and green--and my eight-year-old son Alex and I are making incense.
Parents of little children may enter Church with trepidation. Will little Hannah have another melt-down like last week? Will baby George cry and refuse communion? Will I have to go chasing Thomas into the altar if I let him out of my arms?
So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work. (2 Corinthians 9:7-8)
From the time children begin to perambulate and grab things, they start asking for everything they see in the stores. Sometimes they even throw tantrums to get the desired toys, and goodies. As a tired parent, it is so tempting to buy silence with one of these tantalizing items. However, as parents, it is our duty to teach our children, even the youngest ones, to be good stewards of the gifts God gives them, and part of that lesson is instilling the virtues of patience and generosity, and a healthy respect for money.
My eyes close and I take a deep breath. The baby I was lovingly carrying in my womb had passed away. I exhale…oh…so…slowly. I’m overwhelmed with sadness and retreat to the inner most cave of my thoughts. “Lord have mercy on me.” How do you cope with something of this magnitude? How do you find strength to take a step forward when all you want to do is fall to the ground in agony?
I could hear her singing from the other room. Oh, that’s nice, I thought. I love to hear my daughter sing as she kicks around the house. But as her voice continued to trail on, I found myself listening closer.
“Let’s go all the way tonight..no regrets, just love.”
My eyes widened as I walked into the room. “Where did you hear that song?” I asked. “At school, during recess,” she said.
Sometimes it takes years for words of wisdom to sink in and really make sense. It’s like the words sit there and wait until the day when the mind and heart are ripe and ready to absorb echoes from the past.
As a kid in elementary school, after being asked what church I went to, the typical response I received was, “what’s that? I’ve never heard of that church before.”
I’m in a darkened room holding the phone to my ear and sobbing as my husband helplessly listens on the other end. Unfortunately, this is not the first time he’s on the phone with me and wishing he was by my side instead. His job has him traveling often, forcing him to be supportive through the tender words of encouragement he offers me. He feels guilty. He yearns to be home - but he’s stuck planted right where his job has left him until he comes running back to us. As much as I always long for him to be home with us, he has always done a phenomenal job of helping me cope and make it to the other side in our difficult moments even if it has had to be over the phone – whether it has been for our son’s seizures in the middle of the night, problems during the foster care years, or dealing with our power outage for four days by myself with our then six kids after a wind storm.
Last week, I baked prosphora for the first time in a while. This is such a special blessing for an Orthodox Christian! To give an offering to our Creator, created from our own hands, one that will be transformed by the Holy Spirit and then returned to us as the Body of our Lord, for the salvation of our souls. A mystery indeed!
In a house full of children, a mother has to wake up early to hear the silence. An hour before sunrise, an alarm set quiet wakes me from sleep. That's when I open my eyes and I listen. I make sure no one's stirring, make certain this house lies covered in a blanket of hush. And knowing the smallest sound, the slightest stir, will raise it from sleep, I pull a book of prayer off my nightstand, bury myself under blankets and feign sleep.