At the heart of each lesson is storytelling and wondering.
The resurrection is an old, old message. But I need to be reminded.
Jesus’ parables ought to alarm us, draw us short.
When I say the creeds, Pilate’s name stands as a warning back to myself.
My hermeneutic of suspicion wasn’t enough. I needed a hermeneutic of the hip.
Foot washing expresses John’s vision of communion.
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.
Some questions—as opposed to a categorical judgment—about Joel Green's post
“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.
Jesus enacts the very things we humans have been unable to enact on our own.
Trust and treasure, trust and treasure