Why judging other moms diminishes the power of the cross

The minivan sliding door of shame—it’s a thing. You know, when you drop off your kids at school with all humanity watching, the door slides open and two McDonald’s cups, a gazillion goldfish crackers, and one muddy soccer cleat avalanche before an audience of teachers and students. Yeah. When this happened a few years ago, Eli’s precious teacher made a valiant effort to catch the miscellaneous…