Well, I feel like I need to come clean: I failed.
I listened to the retelling of the final chapters of the Gospel of John thinking about how special it is to hear a story told out loud, even when I’ve heard it many times before.
When approached to write a post with Easter books my first thought was, “Every truly good book is an Easter book.”
This Easter I am practicing resurrection. I am practicing hope. I am practicing knowing that no matter how bad it gets there is redemption, even after death.
As part of the One Thousand Days of Love campaign, Episcopal Relief & Development is offering a simple way for churches and parents to think beyond candy and stickers by adding some empathy and gratitude to this year’s Easter egg hunts.
This year the Ascension just hits different (as the kids like to say). Our pandemic experience right now has parallels to how the disciples must have felt after the resurrection
This Eastertide I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to live in the relentless goodness of Easter Sunday, not only on the day of Easter, but in all the fifty days that follow.
Mark’s account of the resurrection is absolutely perfect for children.
Just after 7:30 this morning my younger son and I trekked out to the driveway in our slippers and pajamas, a box of sidewalk paint, a roll of masking paint, and my cup of coffee our only companions.
We started this whole quarantine, isolation, homeschool, work from home thing almost a month ago in the middle of Lent. The me who loves rhythms of liturgical seasons could spiritually get behind the idea that we would spend Lent sacrificing for others.