Palm/Passion Sunday (Year 3, NL)

The bewilderment of the women at the tomb gives way to a hope that overturns power, shame, and death itself.

As I pressed my sermon’s pages across the book’s valley, I couldn’t keep them from sliding into the groove.

Perhaps the psalmist is referring to limestone, important to ancient civilizations for construction and also as an agricultural and dietary aid.

When we cannot praise, the rest of creation carries the song.

For almost 40 years they have done their plodding, gracious work on me and my vocation.

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

Some Indigenous traditions suggest that rocks are sentient. What does this mean for how we humans relate to them?

The biblical landscape is a stony one.

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

An odd, charming gospel account that draws from dozens of sources

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

Part of me thinks Palm Sunday worship is all too much—too loud, too celebratory.