Easter Sunday (Year 4, NL)

Holly Carey turns up the brightness on the most faithful disciples in the gospels: the women.

The Bible offers conflicting answers.

Christ’s invitation to new life is almost always unfamiliar and surprising, even disconcerting.

In recent years, I’ve become somewhat of an Easter Grinch.

In the Palm Sunday narrative, all the signs are there: something big is about to happen.

Mary has no hand to clutch or shoulder to lean on.

Even if we think we don’t need a savior, we seek one.

It’s hard to believe in an enchanted world.

Usually it takes courage to preach Good Friday. This year, it will take courage to proclaim “He is risen!” on Easter morning.

What kind of faith gets you through 25 years in a refugee camp?

What do we do when we read a story where the ending is already known?

A good joke can reveal the distance between what is and what should be.

At grief’s mercy, Mary stays at the site of her loss.

I didn't start my day thinking about gang killings. But then a man showed up and asked about a funeral for his nephew—on Palm Sunday.

When she knew she was dying, my grandmother took me to see the cornerstone of a small brick church in my hometown of Kansas City, Missouri. I didn’t recognize the sign outside. It was a Baptist church, I think. It was pretty rundown, but still in better shape than the neighborhood. Overgrown vacant lots were everywhere; it was like visiting an abandoned church in the jungle.