As many celebrate Holy Week which culminates with Easter Sunday, spiritual sentiments abound. Whether you celebrate Christ or bunnies, this is prime time for Christian religious expression and celebration.
As President Ghani arrived with his hand out in Washington, the quid pro quo of course being the propping up of his regime for the propping up of the Lie of the Goodness of the Afghan War, Sergeant Bergdahl was tossed to the crowd.
In fact, months in advance to Easter, any supermarket I walk into has great displays of chocolate and plastic eggs at their entrances, or entire aisles dedicated to Easter baskets and rows of candy.
For all the accolades poured out upon Jesus, little is said about the harsh realities of the police state in which he lived and its similarities to modern-day America, and yet they are striking.
The Thursday of Holy Week reminds believers of the Last Supper Jesus had with the disciples, and more specifically Jesus' teaching about the power of what it means to be a servant. Jesus knew what was to come.
Good Friday's a reminder that Jesus stepped up, and not away, from the challenges before him. How to be more like Christ, or in the quirky vernacular, "What would Jesus do?" Good Friday is a day to watch and learn.
Easter isn't one of those holidays that conjures up the image of a big cozy family dinner at home, but that's still no reason to leave it out of the heavy holiday cooking trifecta that prominently includes Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Eastern Orthodox Christians all over the world celebrate today as "Holy and Great Wednesday." One of the key aspects of their worship today remembers the woman who anointed Jesus with her tears.
During Holy Week, I knew I needed to carry my cross down and share the love of God. I cannot let hate and violence continue without question. For the follower of Jesus, the biggest questions are always in the form of a cross.
This week before Easter gives me cause to pause and reflect. Haven't men always failed to trust women, because somehow there is an innate belief that women are less trustworthy? But I'm reminded on Easter that Jesus did. And it tells me that somehow, when it comes to bearing witness to Him, He trusts me too.
Easter Sunday is a time for family and friends to gather and enjoy a special meal together. If you are hosting this meal at your home, you are probably focused on making sure that the foods you cook and bake will be items that everyone will enjoy. But, you also need to remember many details beyond the food to truly be a hospitable host.
It's easy to go overboard on Easter, either by adorning your mantle with one too many fuzzy rabbits, or eating one too many of their marshmallow equivalents.
The quest for the true cross of Jesus can never be limited to the touching of a piece of wood or an archaeological marker. Rather, it is a reality that can only be appropriated personally -- an invitation of faith rather than a fostering of proof.
Between decorating eggs, prepping baskets, and sneaking a few peeps and chocolates, you're getting super excited for Easter. But as excited as you are, there's no one more pumped for the upcoming holiday than your children.
Easter Sunday in America is a mystery. A bite-the-ears-off-the-chocolate-bunny while celebrating spiritual rebirth kind of mystery. I learned this in my first year of school in the United States when I was 5 years old.
We humans are a mixed bag. There is a lot of goodness in us. There is a lot of brokenness in us. It would be marvelous if we could have the goodness without the brokenness. Much of humanity has dreamed of this for many, many years.