The Emptiness of Easter
“Fear and great joy” are what we’re told the two Marys felt on hearing that Jesus had been raised from […]
“Fear and great joy” are what we’re told the two Marys felt on hearing that Jesus had been raised from […]
I live in Nashville, TN, which means I spent early April navigating a nearly week-long storm. During the moments of calm
Eastertide with its warmth and tenderness is one of my favorite times of the year.
Upon occasion, we have the privilege and honor to sit with the dying, to accompany death as she visits and extinguishes the flame of life afore us.
Since the horrific day in Uvalde, Texas on May 24, life has seemed harder. I have had quite the struggle leaning into my faith — not to understand what took place, but to gain a hold of the hope that typically defines my heart.
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.
When have you experienced the good news of Christ through serving others?
Mark’s account of the resurrection is absolutely perfect for children.
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.