Sunday’s Coming

Every child is from God. Joseph gets an explicit divine promise.

What a relief it might be to middle-class America to be sent away empty.

I am grateful for John the Baptist's indictment.

We are not prepared to be judged by Matthew.

To sing of Jesus Christ in Paul's terms seems strange and grandiose and a bit out of touch with the lives of ordinary people right now.

Is Isaiah's vision of a peaceful public square a naïve hope?

God "has put all things under his feet." This includes the NFL.

Sometimes you have to struggle to a new height, away from the crowded ground level, to gain new vision.

What does Mr. Publican do once he arrives at home?

It took me a long time to accept this about myself. Eventually I even came to like it.

Naaman's servants' question cuts and burns.

I should have known better. Grandma had nine decades under her belt of doing things her way.

Other people have the things I want, and they seem fine.

The Gospels show Jesus as prophet, teacher, and miracle worker. But most intriguingly, they depict him as a storyteller--one who could not only draw a crowd but keep it riveted.

I have no idea what it would mean to be a shepherd, let alone someone who would abandon 99 sheep to go looking for a single stray.

There had to be something more to Jesus.

We see. We taste. We touch. We smell. We hear. To be human is to move through time and space guided by our senses. Reading this passage from Luke, I think about the sensory onslaught that defines my existence.

Jesus points out ways in which the line has already been dissolved.

"What has straw in common with wheat?" A lot, on the surface.

Famously, Obama's term was originally premised on hope. Just as famously, his own faith has been mocked and doubted. I wonder how much of each he has left?