True  story.  (The best ones always are.) We were about to eat lunch. The person praying was labeled Special Needs. As soon as the Amen was said, I was fumbling for my pocket notebook to write down that prayer. “Thank…

How many people saw Jesus after that first Easter? How many places? How many times? How often? When? You can comb through Scripture and find it was to quite a large number of people, in a variety of places, and…

Easter. Monday. After all those hymns and choruses and lilies and eggs and special offerings and chocolate and family time and fine-tuned sermons and whatever else yesterday included for you…it’s Monday. It’s Easter Monday. It’s time to let yesterday matter today. Time…

Despite what Jesus had said several times in several ways, they were not expecting his tomb to be empty. They were not expecting to see him again. It was, and they did. Unexpectedly so, on both counts. Where today will…

You pushed the elevator button.  You wait. You listened to the greeting on the voice mail, next will come the beep.  You wait. You moved the tap at the sink from cold water to hot.  You wait. You took something…

One of my favorite bands has a song that says, “I shouted out, ‘Who killed the Kennedys?’ when after all it was you and me.” Today, Good Friday, is a day when some want to ask “Who killed Jesus?” Same answer:…

“Take him!  He’s yours to crucify.” Our church’s Maundy Thursday Cantata was this evening, and our Choir was outstanding.  Soloists, Narrator, the Jazz Trio, lighting, everything — excellence beyond belief. But one line completely nailed me and will haunt me.…

Maybe I should title this “Ash Wednesday: Six Weeks Later.” We’re almost finished with The Forty Days of Preparation for Easter. Beyond the perhaps painful question of  “How prepared are you?” let’s get to “What has helped you this year?”…

“And then there’s that cross people can’t see by looking.” I had no idea what he meant. We were in a Tuesday Morning Bible Study in a nursing home.  Our topic was The Cross of Christ.  I’d begun the discussion…

Yesterday was Palm Sunday. We began this week we call Holy. A friend likes to nudge me and ask, “But aren’t they ALL holy?” A great teacher named Bill taught a whole bunch of us in Atlanta how true that…