Power and money trump (pun intended) children. The world is a dangerous place for a child when the highest authorities treat their bodies, hearts, and souls as expendable.

I believe with every fiber of my being that how we treat children right now matters more than almost anything else we can do.

Like other Evangelical kids, I was raised in a home that taught me the Bible. But I didn’t learn the way of Jesus from the loudest Christians in my life. I learned it from my mother. Her legacy has always been love, and that love formed my conscience. It motivates me to advocate for children just as fiercely as anything I survived in Evangelicalism, because I know in my bones that every child is deserving of love—my mom made sure of that. This is the standard, not the hope.

How children, wonder, and baptism led me into the priesthood, and why children deserve real pastoral care.

In a culture that dismisses and devalues children, Jesus’ blessing calls us to a sacred view of childhood and an urgent responsibility to protect them.

What if you could nurture your child’s faith from a place of love rather than fear?

What if their salvation was never on the line?

What if your child already knows God, and your work is simply to notice together?