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.
To help only when you want to help is not really to help. To serve only when you want to serve is not really to serve. That’s just the harsh truth of it, Christian or otherwise.
To listen to this homily click here! The Jewish scholar and rabbi, Naftali Brawer, tells a story I’ve always remembered of the time he visited a synagogue in Jerusalem for the Kabbalat Shabbat service; this is a ceremony with origins in the mystical traditions of medieval Judaism, a ceremony of ritual and song welcoming the Sabbath, […]
To put it very simply, what we do this evening is what faithful people have always done and will until the end of time: since Egypt, since the desert, since Christ, and unto the heavenly Jerusalem. It is why we are here.