The resurrection is an old, old message. But I need to be reminded.
When I say the creeds, Pilate’s name stands as a warning back to myself.
Foot washing expresses John’s vision of communion.
We recognize ourselves in those who accompany Jesus on that longest, hardest night.
Part of me thinks Palm Sunday worship is all too much—too loud, too celebratory.
Judas is right: what Mary does makes no sense.