“Oh, I like that outfit, too. But you wouldn’t wear that to a wedding,” Mother explained. “A wedding? Is someone getting married today?”

“Listen up!” Mom scolded, “Don’t you know you are having one of the oldest arguments in history?”

Knock, knock knock! Mirela peeped through the glass of her small Romanian apartment to see who was at the door.

There is a place in the Bosphorus Sea where storms cannot upset the water and the air smells of sweet fragrant myrrh.

Hot tears ran down 11-year-old Kolbe’s face as he sat curled up beside his mother. “I want to go home,” he whispered.

Originally published in ByziKids Magazine, October 2021 By Judith Jolma Tucked away in storage, two bins of costumes sat collecting dust....

Miss Julia is the director of a Classical Conversations homeschool community that meets once a week in Kyiv, Ukraine.

As the congregation exited the nave after liturgy, one small boy remained deep in prayer.