Experiential Sensory Prayer – Part 3 – Exploring experiential prayer

I remember as a young child, reading a book where the children made snowballs. Living in a temperate climate, we didn’t have snow and I had no idea what it would be like to experience making snowballs.  I formed an impression of snow; like ice-cream to taste, soft cotton wool to touch, dough to mould, a spongy ball to throw and sort of bouncy like a trampoline to walk across.

When I did get to experience real snow, it was nothing like the impression I’d created based on reading words in a book.  It was cold like ice-cream, but it just tasted like frozen water. It wasn’t soft like cotton wool but hard and crunchy, made up of tiny fragments of hard ice. Unlike play dough it was difficult to mould into balls and I had to wear gloves because my fingers got cold and wet. When I tried to throw snowballs, they were heavier to throw than a spongy ball, they didn’t bounce and when they hit you; they were hard and broke into cold lumps that melted and trickled down my back and into my boots. Walking on snow wasn’t like walking on a trampoline – it made a crunching noise like eating celery and it was solid and sometimes slippery and if you fell over you felt like you would be covered in bruises.

Now before you get the idea that I didn’t like the snow, let me tell you that I did have a good time on that day when I first experienced it! My parents, my brothers and I had a great snowball fight. We made a snowman. We slid down a small slope on our cardboard boxes and it was exhilarating and fun! It was like nothing I had expected. It was an experience I will never forget.

People say we learn from experience. Yet in my experience, the experiential isn’t always the first way we try to pass on or receive information.  My snow experience is a picture or metaphor of how it sometimes is for us in our churches.  We tend to strongly favour a word-based approach. We speak to our people and we expect them to listen. We sing songs with words projected on screens or walls or in hymn books. We read bible readings. We read prayers or speak our prayers and sometimes we use a lot of words to get our point across. We limit what we can experience when we limit our expectations to using words.  The main currency of our communication is word-based.

I do like words. I do think words are important. I do think we need to continue to use words. But I also think that our faith journey is more than words and our worship and prayer experiences should also be more than words. We lose something very special when we rely solely or strongly on words. How do words even begin to explain our Creator God, yet alone help us communicate with God?   Prayer should be more than an exercise of moving our lips or silently reading words on a page with our eyes.

I have a few early prayer memories. I don’t remember much specifically about prayers in church or Sunday School, but I do remember generally finding it very hard to concentrate when my eyes were shut, and I was supposed to be listening to someone up the front praying.  A great treat for me was to go to church with my grandmother. I adored my grandmother and I wanted to be like her in as many ways as possible. She went to a liturgical service each week.  I think I went quite a few times with her to church, enough times to know that I can’t remember them all, but I can particularly remember one occasion. I was about nine years old. I can go back to that memory as if it were yesterday. I can see myself sitting in the pew next to her. I can feel my knees bending as we knelt to pray. I was in awe of my Nana’s ability to recite prayers without looking at the prayer book. I can remember her rattling off the words and me being spellbound. The funny thing about that memory, is the reason I remember it so well, wasn’t actually because of her recitation skills, or anything to do with the church setting. I was wearing brand new shoes on that day and my mother had bought me my first pair of pantyhose. I can still remember the sensation of the slippery feel of my feet inside my shoes. It was nothing like wearing socks! I wonder if I’d have such a strong memory or impression of going to church with her, if I hadn’t the sensory memory acting as a prompt.

I remember memorising The Lord’s Prayer in a Sunday school class. I don’t particularly remember any of the other Sunday school lessons, but I remember that one. I thought the words in the prayer were so beautiful.  We were allowed to decorate a border around the outside and I can remember how I hung it in my room at home and would read it out at night. Shortly after that experience, I was staying overnight with a primary school friend. We went to different churches of different denominations and I think we must have wanted to outdo each other in climbing a spiritual ladder. We had a competition to see who could say the longest prayers. I can remember reciting The Lord’s Prayer over and over again until I was bored. Meanwhile from the next bed came a mumble, mumble, mumble, punctuated every so often by a loud ‘Amen’.  I remember doing the only thing that seemed logical at the time… “Mumble, mumble, mumble – AMEN!”  I think we fell asleep in the process of out-praying (aka mumble – Amening) each other.

My most significant prayer memory wasn’t in a religious setting. It was only years later that I recognised it for a prayer at all. I believed in God, but despite my prayers, I don’t think I’d ever communicated with God in a way that could be called a conversation!  I suspect it hadn’t even entered my mind that God would or could communicate back to me. God was a remote being, housed somewhere in space and time, away from me personally. We were holidaying at a remote spot in Northland, New Zealand, well before the days of mobile phones.

An accident occurred. It happened so fast. It was pandemonium. One of my brothers was badly hurt. As a result, my other two brothers and I were left at the camping ground in the care of relatives while our parents went with my injured brother to the hospital. I sat in the corner of my Auntie’s caravan for hours, looking out the window to the road where the car carrying my brother had disappeared hours earlier. The hours ticked by.  Night came. This was not the kind of night spent in a city surrounded by artificial lights. This was the black night of camping, miles from civilisation, no streetlights and no houses and the only artificial light is a soft glow created by the occasional torch or camping lantern.

The stars shone magnificently and brightly in the summer night sky. The night was cloudless. The sky was awesome. I looked up into that huge expanse of stars feeling small, scared, worried and very, very frightened. The utter loneliness I experienced in that moment, was the most alone I have ever felt before, or since, that experience. We had no idea of the severity of my brother’s injuries. Was he even alive?

As I looked out into the star filled sky, I said in my mind, “God if you’re out there…?”  It was only a few words in an unfinished sentence. Was it a prayer?  I just know that in a few seconds my life suddenly changed. God was there. Not in a crashing of symbols, lightning flash, fireworks and orchestral music kind of way, but a sudden feeling of warmth inside, with a new knowledge that I was not alone in myself. God was with me. If I had to name the date that God became real to me, it was that moment. Whenever I look out at the starry night sky now, I remember that prayer. The experience has stayed with me and is relived time and again by looking out at the night sky.

The senses are incredibly powerful.  Our senses jog our memories and remind us of things. Our senses cause us to react. Our senses cause us to respond. Our senses transport us to different places and times. Our senses can comfort, and they can alarm. Take our sense of smell. There are smells we like and other smells we don’t like, and they cause certain reactions. How do you react to the following smells; the smell of a roast chicken dinner cooking? Smelly socks? Rotting garbage? Bunch of roses? There are smells that make us remember things that we long to relive, and other smells that remind us of things we long to forget.  The smell of a strawberry reminds us of summer and carefree days, the smell of a certain perfume fragrance reminds us of a particular person and the disagreement we had the last time we saw them.

We underestimate the possibilities of our senses in connecting us with our creator God. We tend to put so much emphasis on words, we often neglect engaging all our other senses. Imagine trying to live your daily life praying in an experiential way. Let’s for example take one of those smells – one that we don’t like, such as a pair of smelly socks. What kind of prayer would you pray as you hold out your smelly socks with one hand? (Holding your nose with the other hand) Could your prayer be something like the following? “God I know something stinks in my life right now. This is how it is…”  What would you do with your socks next? Depending on your age, stage and general approach to cleanliness you might choose to push them further under the bed or you might prefer to put them in the washing pile.

Imagine that your smelly pair of socks was washed and dried and folded. As you come to put them away in your drawer, now freshly cleaned and ready to be worn again, what could you pray? “Thanks for being there for me God. I need your help to make my life clean and right again…”  That seems to me to be a very powerful and memorable way to pray as an individual. It also seems to be long-lasting. When you next wear that pair of socks, there’ll be a memory jogger to remind you that God is involved in cleaning up your life.

Using experiential prayer in a worship service requires pre-thinking and organisation to target and create specific prayer opportunities. It requires thinking of practical details for managing equipment. Depending on the size of the gathered group and the layout of the gathering area there will be different challenges to work through. But if there is the energy and enthusiasm to give it a go, it’s worth trying.

It’s very hard to write something that’s one size fits all, but see if you can imagine you are a worship leader of the kind of church where singing and a sermon are the backbone of each week’s service.  Imagine that the theme of the Sunday message is to get people to think about ‘life as a whole’ and how they need to make God part of every aspect of life. It’s a big topic and it’s a challenge to make it a reality. The worship time is great, never been better. Someone has a testimony about sharing their faith in their place of work, music is superb, singing is loud and tuneful and then it comes to the centrepiece of the church service – the sermon.

The preacher’s sermon challenges, inspires and use fantastic illustrations. An appropriate passage from the Bible is read and everyone is sitting up listening. The preacher is on fire. You know it’s been a well-received message. God’s word has been heard.  The sermon concludes with a prayer. Then in your role as worship leader, invite those present, to join you, as you pray that they would be challenged to take their faith into their daily lives. People shake the preacher’s hand at the door and say how much they appreciated what was said. You leave church, hoping that the next day at work they’re still thinking about it and maybe that they’re even living changed lives as a result.

Taking the same service, what happens when you add in an experiential prayer at the end of the sermon? At the end of each row, under the aisle seat, you’ve placed a bowl of mandarins and a plastic bag. At the conclusion, of the sermon message, you ask each of the people seated on the aisle to retrieve the mandarins, take one and pass the bowl on. Music is playing softly in the background and people are silently thinking about the sermon and what God is saying to tthem through the message.

When everyone has a mandarin, you pray the same prayer as in the previous example, asking that everyone would be challenged to take their faith into their daily life. Then you ask people to peel their mandarin. As they pull apart each segment of the mandarin you want them to think about one segment of their life; home, football club, catching the bus to work, talking on the phone, reading a book etc. As your people put the segment into their mouths you want them to pray silently or quietly, specifically asking for help to take their faith into that segment of their life. It’s a simple prayer, “Jesus, help me take my faith with me on the bus tomorrow.” “Jesus, help me take my faith with me when I go into the supermarket tomorrow.” “Jesus, help me take my faith with me when I am in the lunchroom tomorrow.” When everyone has finished their mandarin, the plastic bag is passed along the row for the skins, the fragrance of mandarin fills the air, the taste of mandarin is in everyone’s mouth, the pith from peeling the mandarin skin is still under their fingernails, the smell lingers on their skin and they stand to sing a song to conclude the service.

I would be very surprised if the next day at work they’re not thinking about the message. More surprising would be if they didn’t remember that prayer when they next eat a mandarin. Imagine it. They take a mandarin and pull apart the segments, the smell, the feel, the taste, the sight… they will be reminded of that prayer and how they asked Jesus to be with them taking their faith into every segment of their lives.  The power of the senses cannot be underestimated.

Have you ever been a leader of a smaller group where everyone is taking turns to pray out loud? You know some people will not pray out loud. Some feel that they do not have a contribution to make to the group, while others are embarrassed or too shy to talk out loud. It seems sad to me that only those confident speakers or those less brave but who feel ‘in’ enough to have a go are the ones who can pray in a group. How can you encourage everyone to have a chance to pray?  Let’s imagine you’ve been thinking about Jesus being the light of the world, and how we can bring light to the world around us. Get everyone to stand or sit in a circle. Turn off all the lights, and turn on the torch you’re holding. Pray for a situation that needs light, then turn off the torch and pass it on. The next person turns on the torch if they want to pray, and if they don’t they keep passing it around the circle. In my experience, people are a lot braver about praying when they have something in their hands to manipulate at the same time.  Taking attention off people looking at each other also helps – give them something else to look at, or give them darkness.

It doesn’t take long praying in this way in small groups and in worship services before the individual starts reliving and using some of these prayers in their daily lives. Anything that can be touched, smelled, tasted, looked at and heard can become a prayer. Instead of prayer being a words-based communication with God, prayer becomes a walk through the activities and events that make up the individual’s daily journey.

As soon as you start using experiential prayer, you realise it is a very powerful experience. The concept of experiential prayer encourages people to engage in conversation with God, developing their personal relationship with Jesus and exploring their Christian spiritual journey using their whole selves in a physically interactive environment. These are not passive prayers. This is prayer that needs activity. With experiential prayer we are involved in more than moving lips or reading words on a page.

By using dozens of everyday objects, experiential prayer brings the connection between God and us to a very ordinary, everyday, whole of life experience. Very soon we’ll be selling a whole range of resources to help individuals for personal or community use, find and practise prayers that use things from the kitchen, the bathroom, the garden, the recycling bin, the $2 shop, the supermarket, the toy box and other accessible, ordinary places.

My hope is that these prayers will bring richness to your journey of faith as you experience the look,  sound, flavour, fragrance and feel of Jesus Christ involved in your life.  The concept of experiential prayer gets you thinking, focusing and concentrating on Jesus, God, the Holy Spirit and your faith journey!

Watch this space for me on this journey to experiential sensory praying.

(Photo credit: Adobe Stock Footage)


Paper towel Confession Prayer

Excerpt from “Five Senses to Prayer” by Caroline Bindon (Publication date 2017)

“Take a couple of paper towels and fold them into a pad.  Place the paper towel pad in in front of you.  Now dip your fingers into the bowl of water.  While your fingers are in the water, contemplate things that are not right in your life. Tell Jesus about the things that they’ve done wrong and are sorry about as a prayer of confession.  When you have finished praying take your hands out of the water.  Let your fingers drip water onto the paper towel. Watch as the paper absorbs the moisture and stops it from getting the table wet. This is like Jesus absorbing the things we do wrong. Our confession makes us clean again. Give thanks to Jesus for the grace and forgiveness he provides.”

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And it was Good

All by myself, with no-one else at home, I worked from home one day and it was a peaceful environment.  I was working on an excel spreadsheet which required my full concentration.  It was for my ‘Construction Land’ week day job.  This was no simple excel worksheet. It’s a complex connective multi-dimensional spreadsheet. I’ve been working on variations of it for years now! And it has at various times worked… to a point!  But on this occasion … it more than worked – it did everything I wanted it to do… I actually got there!   As I typed in the last equation by excitement was rising.  I knew this was going in the right direction… my gut feeling was that it was good!  And it was.  It was good!  All I could do was look at my screen in complete wonder. There was a sense of awe.  I wanted to shout and cry and laugh.  I’d done it.  It worked.  I sat back from my computer and just looked.  And it was good!

The thrill didn’t leave me for hours. And the strange thing was, that there was no-one I could really tell about it.  I could tell my brothers who are my bosses, and they would be pleased to know that I’ve finally got it to work and we can get the level of reporting they’ve been wanting.  So they’d appreciate its results, but even they wouldn’t get the thrilled feeling that I had.  They wouldn’t see the formulas, and layering beyond the numbers, and if they did, they’d just take it at face value; a bunch of formulas and spreadsheets with numbers.  They would not appreciate the beauty that was in this creation.  I could tell my husband and children and they’d be happy for me.  (But they’d also groan about my love and obsession with excel!)  No, for all of them, creative types that they each are, they would appreciate that I’d done the hard work and that I was satisfied, and they would relate to the thrill by understanding from their own creative endeavours what that feels like, but they wouldn’t feel it about this particular thing as I did.  The thrill was mine alone.

We are a creative household.  I remarked on this to our 17 year old the other day.  He’s always making movies, creating props, designing things on the computer or composing music!  He is often prowling around the house in the wee small hours of the morning before going to bed!  Andrew is a night owl too, although not as much as he used to be, and these days he can get up quite early in the morning to make a start on writing his latest ‘Taking Flight’.  Our daughter is also a night owl and a composer and crafter and creative, and although she’s only at home half the week, she does her share of creating when she is at home and although she is an owl, she is also an early riser.  As for me, I have at least six creative projects on the go at any one time, and my own hours of sleep and sleep pattern is affected by my current health issues, so there’s no pattern at all to when I’m asleep or not.  It appears that almost 24 hours a day, seven days a week, there is at least one person in our household being creative at any one time.   When I said this, our 17 year old agreed, although he does think we are probably lacking consistency in the 4am to 6am slot so we really need someone to take that slot for us to truly say we’re creative 24/7!

I put my head in the 17 year old’s door to say goodnight to him the other night.  He was facing his computer and had his noise cancelling headphones on.  He was editing the filming he’d done for the school show which had involved several different cameras filming at different angles over four night.  He had hours and hours of footage to edit.  When I spoke to him from the doorway he nodded his head.  I didn’t think he was nodding at me, I thought it was co-incidence, so I called to him again and he turned, surprised to see me there.  I laughed, and told him that the timing of his nodding was excellent.  An embarrassed look passed across his face. “No, I was nodding to myself because the transition between the two shots that I just made was really good!”  I could see he felt a bit foolish about this, but fresh from my thinking about my own creative success and the thrill it gave me, I told him that I could completely understand.  And then I told him the application I was making from my musings so that I could write this blog. (keep reading you’ll get there).  “I know exactly what you mean,” he said.  He completely understood “And it was good.”

I love the poetry in chapter one in the book of Genesis.  I love the creative feeling that underpins the words.  The words are so minimal, yet to me they convey and evoke the same sensations that I had when I looked at my completed spreadsheet.   The CEV uses the refrain, “And it was good.”  I love those words.  “And it was good.”  What other words can begin to explain that creative sense of satisfaction, that awareness of the combination of sheer creative brilliance and the hard work paying off with what has been made.  “And it was good” says everything and yet it is insufficient.  It is so understated, yet so punchy.  It says that words alone will not do justice to the situation.  To me “And it was good,” are the words of a creator, who is alone in their complex understanding of just what they’ve created.  To explain the detail is impossible, and would not be understood, to describe the feeling would take more words than have ever been invented, and so less is more, and rendered almost speechless the best way to describe the creative process and the result that has been achieved, is to say “And it was good.”


As an aside, I probably need to say I’m amazed that anyone today would take the book of Genesis as some kind of scientific textbook understanding of how God created the world.  My blog isn’t about the arguments of creation vs evolution or to debate whether the bible is at odds with science or whether the world was indeed created in seven days.  Let me just say that I do not accept the bible as providing a scientific explanation.  This blog is about how when we are involved in our own creative processes and projects, we sometimes catch a glimpse of our Creator God in our own thrill at our creations.

It doesn’t always happen, this glimpse of the ‘and it was good’ sensation.  I am always creating things, but I don’t always get that same thrill.  I can be satisfied and pleased with my creative result without experiencing the, ‘and it was good’, glimpse of God.  It doesn’t take anything away from what I’ve created, but it does mean when I do get that rare glimpse, that satisfying thrill,  it is all the more special.

When I am saying creativity I am including two broad kinds of creating.  The completely original creation, coming out of someone’s head or the creation of something following a set of instructions or a pattern.   I always have several creative projects on the go of both types.  Some of my projects are original to me, I’m making them up as I go, like my half-finished manuscripts, an autumn quilt I’m hand sewing or a painting of Banks Peninsula which I’m doing for our dining room wall.  Other projects are still creative as in I am creating something, but it follows a pattern, a set of instructions or I’m replicating something I’ve picked up on Pinterest or something.  I’m not the person who created the idea, such as the incomplete knitting projects I have on the go.  Someone else designed the pattern and I’m following it, however, when I finally finish the baby cardigan which I started six years ago when my grandson was a baby it will still be one of a kind.  The variables of colour and type of wool I’ve chosen and my knitting tension will mark it out, then add to that the stitches I’ve dropped, the extra rows I added to the bands will still make it a one-off creation, even if the base design is not original to me.  But it will be unique.  It will still be a one of a kind, a bespoke, creation.

I do not know if people who aren’t creative ever get the ‘And it was good’ thrill.  I’ve grown up in a creative family as a child and my own family household today is creative.  Creativity is around me.  It is in the air that I breathe.  I can’t see the world in any other way.  Everything I view is through creative eyes.  I think that is why I love the beach so much, why I love to go for walks just after it has rained, why growing and picking strawberries is so much more fulfilling than buying them in a punnet, why my favourite Avenues church service of the year, is in the semi-darkness of an olive grove, remembering Jesus’ final hours with his disciples before he died, why being under Niagara falls as a tourist shoulder to shoulder with other tourists was a spiritual moment, why I love caring for people, why I am restless and frustrated if I can’t be making something with my hands.   I see the world through creative eyes.  I live in it creatively.

The other day at work, one of our site managers came in to the office at the end of the day.  On the wall next to my desk was a series of photos from a project where he’d been site manager.  He was looking at a photo that showed some a building with concrete panelling, and he said to me, “That’s a beautiful panel.”  I recognised in his voice the thrill of the creator.  He’d site cast the panel.  He’d been there every step of the way and he knew ‘that it was good.’   When the building is finished and inhabited with offices and shops, when the signage is in place and people are using it for its intended function, I do not think there will ever be another person in the whole world who would look at that project and say with a thrill in their voice, “That’s a beautiful concrete panel.”   For years to come people will talk about the building because of the food they ate at the restaurant, or the haircut they had, the accountant they visited in his office,  some might talk about the actual building and appreciate the complex design, the workmanship, the materials used or the colours the building has been painted.    But those involved creatively in the process will see beyond these things.  They will feel that remembered thrill of creativity.

What a privilege it is to catch a glimpse of our Creator God, to work together with our God to create a better world, to see and feel for a brief moment, the thrill of ‘And it was Good’.  What love we feel for our own creations, how we can understand albeit briefly and in a small way, God’s love for his creation.

God loved the people of this world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who has faith in him will have eternal life and never really die.  John 3:16Contemporary English Version (CEV)

(Photo credit:  A sunbeam taken on a trip north of Auckland, enjoying God’s creation)

Prayer Stations at Kohekohe Church

Our first Refreshment at the Station book has just been published so I thought it timely to reflect on our recent Church event on Sunday with our Avenues Church.  We just held our annual Avenues Prayer and Pizza event at this beautiful little historic church on Awhitu Peninsula in Auckland.  It’s an idyllic setting and one of a handful of times our Church family meets in a church building during the year. It’s also one of the very few times we have a front for our meeting!  Our prayer event includes some responsive prayers led from the front and then a dozen stations that participants can move around at their leisure, followed with a guitar prayer and some final responsive prayers.

It is fascinating how everyone approaches the stations differently.  We provide plenty of room for people to make their own choices… and if taking part in the stations isn’t someone’s cup of tea there is an alternative reflection provided – with an amazing view to look out upon to aid in the reflection.

There are those that breeze through the stations quickly and others who only manage to fit in a third of the stations in the time provided.  Some of our regulars are very ‘Station Savvy’ and explore in great detail faith questions at each station, while at this event we also had some newcomers who hadn’t experienced Station worship before and enjoyed the different way of coming to worship. As usual there was a mixture of engagement and time spent at different stations.

It’s been ages since Andrew and I have gone around Stations together.  When our kids were little, it was one child each, or if there were visitors we’d usually split to make sure everyone was comfortable.  These days visitors are scooped up by our regulars and so on this Sunday we went around together.   Another thing which always surprises me about stations is my own reaction to them.  By the time I’ve planned the service, written the stations, gathered the bits and pieces… it is delightful to me that i still discover new things when I move around the stations.  Perhaps it’s the opportunity to interact with others, or the time and space to pause and reflect… whatever it is – it’s powerful and moving and very faith refreshing!   The whole idea of refreshment at the station really rang true for me this last Sunday!

Of course the senses were fully engaged at this event!  I’m a bit of a foodie too – and the additional part of the day with pizzas cooked on an outdoor pizza oven further down the peninsula at Graham’s Beach really made it all very special, refreshing, relaxing and invigorating.

There is a book coming of course on Five Senses to Prayer.  It’s been about 10 years in the writing!  I just need to get organised and get into some serious organising of all the material!

The great thing about writing this kind of book as an e-book is that it will be filled with cross referenced hyperlinks – so you can navigate around it to find prayers that suit your worship event.   To be amongst the first to hear about it make sure you join our Kereru Club and/or like us on www.facebook.com/Kereru.Publishing

To see more photos of our Prayer and Pizza event you can find them on the Avenues facebook page www.facebook.com/AvenuesChurch and the Avenues website www.avenues.org.nz has some older photos from previous events too.

In the Beginning

After experimenting with creative and all age worship in a variety of one-off worship events, in 2001 we had the opportunity to create a different style of worship service as a regular event.  One of the startling discoveries we made way back at the beginning of Avenues has stayed with us as we’ve journeyed.  That’s the beauty of experimenting… sometimes you stumble on something that really works and it surprises and delights.

What we found in catering for children and using tactile experiences and open-ended questions, was that as well as catering for children we provided opportunities for adults to grow and develop in their own faith journeys.   The use of Stations was an early introduction in our journey.  We use them in a variety of ways. Stations allow all participants to take part in a non-threatening way and be as little or as much involved as they’d like.  The relaxed environment allows room for exploration and discovery at the pace the participant wants or needs or can cope with.  They arrive at the Station with whatever baggage they’re carrying and hopefully leave refreshed and reinvigorated in their faith journey.

We’re launching our ‘Refreshment at the Station’ series with ‘Stations for Lent and Easter’.   What better season than the highlight of the Christian calendar to choose for our first book in this series.  There are plenty of different ideas in this book to inspire and use in a variety of settings.  We’re really delighted to be able to share these resources with others.