Easter Day (Year A, RCL)

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?

How would the women of Colossae have responded to chapter 3? 

Baptism is about dying with Christ. Why don't more churches talk about this?

I’ve been trying to follow Thomas Keating’s advice: learn to be silent with God.

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

The phenomenon of women in groups, in community, has been near the front of my mind for some time.

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

Many people are bound. Some don’t even know it. The difference between being free and being bound is at the center of our Gospel text this week.

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.

My father died about three years ago. As May comes around, the azaleas spring to life, and I remember my father's passing. Just as sure as the tulips and dogwood blossom, my mind wanders back to my dad. Even when I begin to open up to these strange and wonderful stories of Easter, struggling with the notions of recognition and revelation, I think about the last few months of my father's life.