Once the servant digs the hole, is there any way out?
Monday lectionary email, archived here on Friday.
Everybody dies. My mother-in-law intended to be ready.
From dust I came and to dust I shall return—but not forever.
How can people tell the difference between a prophet and a phony?
We want to know God, but we also want to be known.
What does true joy require of us?
I enjoy the tomatoes I grow, but they aren't really mine.
God is calling us out.
It's a pithy proverb, but it doesn't capture Jesus' story.
Maybe we need to be pushed in different ways than the Romans did.
Christ’s love binds up our broken hearts and broken ways.
In Matthew 16, I see a particular classical ballet step.
Isaiah invites us to remember our origins.
God builds “a house of prayer for all peoples.” All means all.
It's not always what we would choose for ourselves.