It is a great privilege to be in Jerusalem on Eastern morning. In a few hours, the city will wake with the sunrise and worshipers from diverse Christian traditions from all over the world with gather to share the words with one another, "He is Risen!"
Beauty, love and remembrance are the ultimate legacy of 1994. And so, too, is my beautiful adopted Rwandan daughter who has found the path to reconciliation.
Say, how old are supermarket eggs, anyway?
It's Easter weekend and I'm agitated as always, torn between a desire to listen to the Hallelujah Chorus being sung by a choir and contempt for a pr...
Some folks are fed up with this year's frigid temperatures and endless snowstorms. But those who love to ski, snowboard and snowshoe have a reason t...
Living from a place of fully loving every part of yourself, especially when confronted head-on with the haters, is not only the path to a deep spiritual awakening; it is exactly what Jesus faced on His own prophesied path.
Easter was to my mother what Christmas was to me -- the best of the best. When I was old enough to articulate my preference for Christmas, I'd start with the unpleasantness of 'Good Friday.' How could torturing someone to death be the cause for celebration?
It was already a big night. I was able to stay up a little later than my three younger sisters. I was a cocky eight-year-old sitting on the vinyl couch in the lower floor of our tri-level watching The 10 Commandments.
It's spring and everything's blooming except me. To make matters worse, wherever I look, I see eggs: Easter eggs, chocolate eggs, bunnies in baskets atop Cadbury eggs. It's a conspiracy. I wouldn't be so paranoid if the holidays didn't remind me of my own eggs, the ones in my fallopian tubes. Unlike Mother Nature who is working overtime, my reproductive system is on strike.
Easter, if it is to mean anything, must always stands face to face with Good Friday, and the crucifixion. Because God knows the crucifixions did not stop because the resurrection happened.
The crucifixion of Jesus is mysterious. I think it's meant to be. What's not so mysterious is how the church and church leaders have attempted to explain the mysterious throughout Christian history.
Hope is never more needed than on the Saturdays we face. Something has gone. Something has died. Something or someone that once filled a great place within has left us just as empty as we were once full, just as lonely as we were once befriended, just as uncertain as we once were so sure.
Before you get started loading your cart with candy from the supermarket's colorful seasonal display, let's take a look at what those favorite Easter sweets really contain.
The Easter message focuses on resurrection, the denial of death and the assertion of life. It is about living in the light, moving beyond idols with limited possibility, forgiveness and living our highest possibility connected to the Divine. But is this a message we embrace?
Holidays can be bitter-sweet as they remind us of our loved ones and the special times we had together. Thirty years ago, Easter took on a sad note fo...
Millions of people from all parts of the world will celebrate Easter because they, like I, believe what the early Gospel writers wrote about: that Jesus was raised from the dead and life eternal with Jesus in the kingdom of heaven is ours through faith in Jesus. Hallelujah!