Lazarus
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
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.
March 26, 2020
Water. Light. And now life. It’s the progress of salvation and holiness. It’s how we’re to walk in Christ, if we’ll but see it and follow, if Lent has means to us what it should.
March 29, 2020
Gabriel Marcel, French playwright, theatre critic, and philosopher of whom I am fond: he said something once I’ve always believed to be true. He said, “To love…is to say thou wilt never die.”[1] Think about that.