Second Sunday of Easter (Year B, RCL)

The psalmist compares unity to dew.

I’m tired of waiting for justice. But I am learning to face a world coming to an end with the gift of God who is World Without End.

Many people assume that disability is bad for a person’s well-being. But historically we haven’t been very good at determining what’s bad for someone.

Some resurrection stories carry wounds we must not ignore.

Stigmata assert identity and collective memory through self-scarred skin. What if we read the Thomas story through a tattoo hermeneutic?

In my circles, the incarnation is often met with a dismissive liberal skepticism. For me, it has always been a consolation.

Christianity in India goes back to the ancient world.

It takes courage to plunge our hands smack-dab into the side of the universe and reach for a God that could be real.

Why wasn’t Thomas with the others? Why did he eventually return?

As a pastor, I am both grateful for our congregation’s healthy endowment and distressed by it. I don’t think I’m alone.

Maybe Easter is about not theory but practice.

Thomas’s experience with the risen Christ is a testament to the possibilities Easter creates.

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

The challenges to unity are great. The reward of unity is tremendous.

Jesus is no ghost; his breath reeks of resurrection.

A day with few visitors presents an opportunity.

There is a blessing for those who have not come to believe and yet keep trying to see.

While struggling with this question as a church songwriter, I came up with six guidelines.

Jesus, fresh out of his own three-day savasana, breathes on the disciples.

Thomas might be the patron saint of a secular age.