Many Christians tend to glorify Jesus' death, as if somehow Jesus suffered in ways no one else does. Jesus' death does not distinguish him from the rest of humanity so much as it unites us with him. If we begin to argue that Jesus' death was somehow unique, we embarrass ourselves.
Last week, I wrote a blog post about Kelly Gissendaner's life and I'll admit that when I wrote the post I felt somewhat hopeless. I didn't think that changing the story would do much to save Kelly. I didn't think there was much we could do. But then yesterday I learned something.
Some years ago, during a visit to Jerusalem, I went to visit the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, reputed to be on the place of Jesus' tomb. I was rather underwhelmed, and wondered where Jesus really was amid all of the tourists and souvenirs.
Each day from Good Friday to Easter Sunday offers the Church a profound spiritual message as it confronts the horrific effects of the crimes of clerical sexual abuse, which have convulsed the church, first in the United States, and now in Europe.