I don’t know how else to say it: Please bring your littles to church—please, pretty please!
When my parents divorced when I was ten (they separated when I was eight), my world was unstable, uncertain, and unreasonably messy. One thing remained steady: the local church.
Every single week at that little cinderblock church—always under construction—God’s people showed up. They smiled with joy, fed me cookies and Kool-Aid, celebrated with a shiny star on the Bible verse chart when I memorized Scripture, and even let me sing the offertory solo from the hymnal. When life was especially hard, someone always slipped an arm around my shoulders to check in, or to pray with me at the altar. By the end of each Sunday, I was ready to face another week.
And that wasn’t even my first experience with the church.
When I was five, my dad suffered a heart attack and had to be hospitalized far away. While he was recovering, a brown paper bag of groceries quietly appeared on our doorstep each week from a nearby church. When Daddy came home, my parents started taking us to that church and even taught Sunday school for a season. Later, life shifted again, but when my parents dropped me and my brothers off at that little cinderblock church after the divorce, the people of God remained the steady, safe place.
Friends, your littles’ world will be rocked one day. That’s just how life goes.
The church gave me something priceless: the liturgy (a set of forms, words, expressions) of faith in a mighty God who created me and would never leave me. Words for grief and disappointment. Habits for hope. Practices that pointed me to God’s goodness when nothing else felt steady. They taught me to be content in whatever circumstance and how to forgive. Week after week, the family of faith helped me know—deep down—that God is great, God is good, and God is faithful.
As much as you want to be the rock-solid model of faith for your kids—and yes, you are their most important teacher—there will come a day when Mama and Daddy aren’t enough. Who else will they turn to? How will they know the language of prayer, the rhythm of worship, the truth of Scripture, the grounding of contentment, the tools to release bitterness, the repeated practice of God’s grace and forgiveness of self and others, unless the whole church helps build that toolbox with you?
So please, bring your kids to church. Not just for Sunday mornings, but for the gift of relationships that will hold steady when life shakes. Start early. Stay steady.
There’s more for your kids at church beyond edu-tainment. And there’s more for you, too.
I’ll save you a seat.
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.” Hebrews 10:22-25





