My mother is in her last days of life. Dialysis has ended. We wait for the inevitable. On this holiest of weekends, we wait. We sit vigil, waiting for her to die, waiting for Jesus to become Christ, waiting for the women to find an empty tomb, waiting to give my mother to her eternal rest.
This material world is endlessly mutable. Our acquaintances, friends and even family are like straws in the ocean, which come together temporarily, and are then separated eternally by the waves of time. Why are we so attached to these temporary bodily relationships?
As we observe Easter, and the crucifixion of three -- the two unknown men on Calvary and the one well-known man, Jesus himself -- we should also reflect and return to a more recent Calvary, where 45 years ago three crucifixions also occurred.
There is so much to consider and experience at the Cross. So much we cannot afford to miss. Unless we look long enough at the Cross, the Resurrection will never mean nearly as much to us as it did to Christ.
Easter is all about the miracle of being raised, even set free, from a tomb of conditioned thinking, fixed believing and limited living.
Have you ever played the game of free association? Someone says a word, then you say the first thing that comes to mind? I played a version of that last week to take my mind off the mailbox during the Week of Reckoning -- waiting to hear if my son got into college. I did it using visual cues while attempting to go about my everyday life.
"Jesus is Lord," the disciples flippantly announce, and the overtones aren't lost on anyone who's listening. If Jesus is Lord, then that means Caesar isn't.
Jesus is not stingy about sharing His resurrection with all of humanity. Why would he be stingy about sharing Easter with Cesar Chavez?
I have found that one of the most challenging parts of my job is to get people to look for similarities at least as zealously as they look for differences. The more we identify as different, the less happy we are because we are denying the nature of the world. We are not separate.
Tweetie and Sweetie are parakeets. Sweetie is the one wearing blue feathers. They are love birds who sleep in a cage at night, and fly free in the hou...
You don't have to be Christian, or even religious, to appreciate these fascinating churches from around the world.
This Easter, when so much of the news from Washington, D.C. is bleak and inspires such little hope for the future, it is good to be reminded that more is possible than ever seems probable in our bleakest moments. The issue of immigration just might be a reminder for us all of this reality.
This morning, we awake, and it is still dark. But carried through the darkness on the lips of a woman who has seen and believed, comes a Word.
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Eastern Orthodox icons of the resurrection do not show risen Jesus alone. Instead, they show Jesus reaching down to grasp Adam and Eve and pull them also from their tombs. Jesus is yanking them bald headed.
At this time of year when we look inward and explore ideas of what it means to sacrifice, we are particularly reminded of Isaiah in anticipating Easter and spring rains, reflection and renewal. We find ourselves looking outward at the sacrifices millions of women make for something we take for granted everyday: a safe glass of water and a toilet.