Everyone seems to be winding down around now. It’s the season to take a pause from many activities for a few months ahead, including Precept class. Our Thursday morning Bible study has been in the difficult but rewarding book of Ezekiel for the past eight months. If you don’t keep up, you won’t keep up. I’ve hovered over the … [Read more...]
What was He thinking?
I went to see the fifth season of The Chosen the other night. It ended with a holy kiss from Judas. The famous betrayer. I’ve binged on all the well-done seasons because it helps me to see inside the head of some of the disciples. No - not necessarily biblically accurate but biblically dramatic. And biblically-beautiful. … [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...]