Jesus’ parables ought to alarm us, draw us short.
When I say the creeds, Pilate’s name stands as a warning back to myself.
My hermeneutic of suspicion wasn’t enough. I needed a hermeneutic of the hip.
Footwashing expresses John’s vision of communion.
When we hear Jesus retort, “Tell that fox….,” we have to keep in mind the litany of intersections between Jesus, his followers, and the Herodian dynasty.
Some questions—as opposed to a categorical judgment—about Joel Green's post
“If to get a good message you need to make Judaism look bad, then you don’t have a good message.”
Part of me thinks Palm Sunday worship is all too much—too loud, too celebratory.
We recognize ourselves in those who accompany Jesus on that longest, hardest night.