Sometimes, Easter comes a little too soon.
Shouldering is a way of moving upwards, out of the darkness and into the light. Not unlike human shoulders that shrug and scrunch, sometimes toward the ears and sometimes back down toward the belly, when a vegetable is good and ready it will scrunch and shoulder toward the sky.
Looking back at the Grow Christians pandemic posts for Maundy Thursday about the creative ways families shared this night’s ritual, part of me wonders if our church services can ever approach the intimacy of the footwashing done by family members for one another.
On Palm Sunday we hear about a tragedy that unfolds at the hands of tyrants and a destructive empire.
I often hear, and have said myself, you can’t get to Easter Sunday without Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. But what about Holy Saturday?
My fondest memories of my father focus on the times we worked together. My father knew how to fix everything
For the second year in a row, we’ll not be at church on Palm Sunday, and I won’t be in charge of the donkey.
The idea came to me when I was gathering up the stubs of taper candles that we used for our Easter Vigil.
When I worked with youth, one of my favorite events was an agape meal. It started as a Seder and I eventually started calling it “What Would Jesus Eat” which I found hilarious.
Apparently, there are different kinds of ‘alone.’