6 Ways To Disciple Your Kids To Pray
I remember hearing a story of a six-year old boy who said he wanted to pray at the dinner table like dad. The father told him to go ahead, and the son began with: “God, thank you for…
I remember hearing a story of a six-year old boy who said he wanted to pray at the dinner table like dad. The father told him to go ahead, and the son began with: “God, thank you for…
Welcome to this month’s Rooted Parent Top 10- a list of parenting articles from across the web for the Rooted community. This list represents ten (plus an extra this month!) articles we believe will encourage and equip you…
You’ve had your pastel suits laid out for days; the kids have been wondering about the contents of their Easter baskets for the last two weeks. You’ve known what was coming. Though you walked solemnly and reverently through…
In Christianity’s seemingly upside-down economics, we call the death of our hero, our teacher, our miracle worker, and our God, ‘good.’ For outside observers, Good Friday is often just one more bit of evidence that Christianity doesn’t make…
“One of you will betray me” “Peter, you will deny me three times before the cock crows” “This is my body, which is broken for you” “This is my blood, which is poured out for you” “I am…
“And it was night.” These four words from John 13:30 comprise one of the most ominous sentences in all of Scripture. It is the night before Jesus was to die, after the main course of the Passover meal….
As the disciples gathered together with Jesus to share the Passover meal, there was enormous tension in the air. They’d already had a very strange and stressful week – the entrance into Jerusalem amidst the cheering crowds, Jesus…
This year during Holy Week, we asked our friend, Joe Gibbes, to write daily meditations on this particular time in the life of our Savior. In these meditations, we wanted to offer something to the Rooted community that…
When my son was eight years old, he participated in a poetry reading at his school. Friends and family came to support these budding writers and dramatic readers, and just like all the proud parents, I couldn’t wait…