April 2, 2021
That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
April 1, 2021
This is the “night he was handed over.”[1] The night the slow murder began.
April 1, 2021
Brutal are the reminders of our creatureliness, our frail nakedness.
April 1, 2021
A democracy fighting for its life, a body politic trying to survive: that’s what we’re seeing in Myanmar.
February 26, 2021
What we are is hidden in Christ. Our glory is what is finally the truth about us, love and light in Christ. It’s what was revealed there on Mount Tabor, our destiny in God.
