As the calendar rips through the holy season of Easter, I camp in the landscape of it all that’s told in the gospels. In the Bible. We see male followers who gather at the table for a Last Supper, get sleepy in a Garden, and female followers who gather at the foot of the cross – until the end. That’s where we see a mix of … [Read more...]
Recalling Wonder
When we’re standing on another edge, we seem to forget the faithful God that brought us through the impassible deep places we've gone through in the past. Memories can alter or fade, but throughout Scripture we’re told to remember. And this is why. If we don’t - we’ll doubt and we’ll drown. No matter how many times I read … [Read more...]
The Now and the Not Yet
It’s Friday but we want Sunday . . . it’s now but we want not yet. The passing of my mom added to the sorrow of a Holy Week fourteen years ago today. It was hard to look past her suffering to see the hallelujahs in it all. I remember thinking in those last moments as her heart faded – we’re all in critical condition needing … [Read more...]
But Friday . . .
It’s Friday and we want Sunday . . . The simpler side of Easter is pastel, not darkness ~ it’s a braided path that leads to Calvary. There’s a smoother path that rushes to the resurrection but will miss the reflection on the one stained with blood tracks. Suffering and victory - we can't have one without the other. The … [Read more...]
Pastel Darkness
It’s Friday and we want Sunday. . . A two-sided braided path leads to Easter. There's the prettier one - the easier one we take while rushing to the resurrection where we miss reflecting on the one stained with blood tracks and flesh-ripping thorns. The passing of my mom during holy week has always added to the sorrow. And … [Read more...]