The final words of Jesus were not His last. They were a new beginning. I hope to reflect on Holy Week differently than the fifty-one weeks cluttered with rush and stuff. I hope to keep it holy. Set apart. And so, reading in the gospels this morning, I imagine what it would be like to be a part of the crowd(s) during the … [Read more...]
Do You Believe This?
I could smell the loss across the room sitting in front of my mother’s casket. She passed away the day after Palm Sunday and buried on Good Friday, six years ago. Holy week . . . the special time of resurrection. Her last days were difficult for our family. Daughter Sherise and I remained throughout the last days and hours, … [Read more...]