Luke

The resurrection is an old, old message. But I need to be reminded.

Jesus’ parables ought to alarm us, draw us short.

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.

“If to get a good message you need to make Judaism look bad, then you don’t have a good message.”

“If to get a good message you need to make Judaism look bad, then you don’t have a good message.”

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.

We recognize ourselves in those who accompany Jesus on that longest, hardest night.

When the vandals took Art’s gnome, they took his joy.

When the vandals took Art’s gnome, they took his joy.

Jesus enacts the very things we humans have been unable to enact on our own.

The thing Peter needs is right there in front of him.

What if we are the Pharisees?

Death is inevitable for the living. It’s also a requisite for that which is yet to live.

Are we the gardener? Or the fig tree?

Jesus comes to a level place to bring the kingdom of God to all those who are gathered.

Jesus comes to a level place to bring the kingdom of God to all those who are gathered.

Prophecy is a job not for the comfortable but for the afflicted.

As if fishing for people sounds any easier.