It’s Good Friday in America
Real talk? Sometimes it feels like the world has gone mad. Disease, national disasters, war, and right now in America, the political climate too often feels like some kind of joke gone wrong. It’s Good Friday in America. In a few hours I’ll sit in a...
Slow, Sit, Ponder, Pause
May we slow, sit, ponder and pause. May we rely on Him Friday, trust Him on Saturday and celebrate Him on Sunday. And when the week begins and we forget, when the things stack up and the thoughts of Him slip our minds, may we look again to the cross, remember the...
The In Between of Easter
We can breathe easy on Friday because we know Sunday is coming and all will be well. But on that long-ago Saturday? When the world was dark and tears never stopped flowing, mixing with the blood poured? As they longed to go to the tomb but weren’t able, as they...
Branches and Flags
On Sunday people waved palm branches. High up in the air, swaying back and forth. Crowded streets on a Sunday, a crowded life on All The Days, and some days I wave the branches and cry “Hosannah!” … and others I’m too busy, too worn down and worn out to even...
The Grace of the Grave
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He’s ascended, My Lord ever more Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him From rising again Living, He loved me...
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