Well, as Easter week draws to a close so does my series of Lenten and Easter reflections. But Easter season continues for some weeks now, and my prayer is that we can all use this season to remind ourselves of what is a daily truth: that God’s people are a resurrection people. Here, to bringContinue reading “Remember our dust…”
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Easter Friday
The seed sown in good soil dies, yet gives life thirty, sixty, one hundred times over. Some seed will scatter, be lost, when cares and trials come to choke, to scorch like sun’s temptation. Yet seed which dies gladly is more than seed, more than earth, more than the narrowness of our dust’s conceptions…
Easter Thursday
And He reigns! He reigns in light and in quiet, in death and in life, in depth and in height. He reigns in plenty, He reigns in drought. He reigns in our faith, reigns in our doubt and nothing is too big for Him who rose from death a shining King… Put toContinue reading “Easter Thursday”
Easter Wednesday
Some wise men follow, some betray; some see the star, some walk astray. Some kings will bow, some kings will kill; some men will starve, some have their fill. Some hearts will turn to rock; some stones will call in praise before His throne. Our folly becomes wise in Him; bow down, world’s wise men;Continue reading “Easter Wednesday”
Easter Tuesday
It shatters; it transfigures: from dust, His kingdom lifts up dust, exalts our frame, remembers, changes, in His name, breathes new life into dry bones, reanimates the dead. Eleven dusty men, arise: the mountain-top reveals your king. All authority given Him, He gives to you. Lift feeble feet; He gives His message now toContinue reading “Easter Tuesday”
Catechism 16
What is sin? Sin is rejecting God in the world he created, rebelling against him by living without reference to him, not being or doing what he requires in his law – resulting in our death and the disintegration of all creation. (New City Catechism) The choice of the moment: a hand to reach outContinue reading “Catechism 16”
Easter Monday
The priests conspire. Money changes hands. Even still, the truth must be buried in dark. And yet it bursts forth. Indomitable, it rises: a spring-bloom which cannot be killed… When the first-fruits sprout, the harvest follows. The best-laid plans of priests and men cannot contain what God has raised. See, itContinue reading “Easter Monday”
Easter Sunday
Rock-hard hearts: stone rolled away; see God shake us in His way. Unseeing eyes: look and know; cast off doubt at heaven’s show. Fearful feet: stop and see the empty tomb, the mystery. Dust-born flesh: He knows and heals. The heavens ring with Easter peals… And all our stony, ashen flesh is changed now inContinue reading “Easter Sunday”
Lent 46: Holy Saturday
Down, they took his body down; Joseph, Nicodemus took him to the tomb reserved for him and soldiers stood and watched. There they stood; the soldiers stood, to see what ruse might there unfold. suspicious, victory not quite won, the soldiers stood in wait. Dark took hold, the sky asleep, the faithful inContinue reading “Lent 46: Holy Saturday”
Lent 45: Good Friday
They took him down to Golgotha, to Golgotha, the place of skulls; they set him in between two thieves and hurled disease on him. They struck his face and speared his side at Golgotha, at Golgotha; they called him king and laughed at him and cursed him on the tree. The earth, it shookContinue reading “Lent 45: Good Friday”
The Consolations of Writing 