If a thousand years is like a day, then I haven’t been gone that long. Keep your candles burning bright, and keep on singing that old salvation song, because I’m coming, I’m coming to take you home.
weight of love
In the face of hosannas alluring ease, you saw through the veil of cloaks and palms to find the soul of restless humanity who spat and hurled insults within the week, the dying messiah who wouldn't speak, ignoring the politic while submitting to the instrument designed that day to reconcile sin by the color red.
write me into your story
I press my ear to the door and listen. I hear a conversation. It drifts in and out. At times there is nothing, just silence... and me – my own person – some purveyor who has bought into the trick and doesn’t know how it works. God, let’s not pretend. My perception of your whole story, from closing up the garden shop onward, falls onto stony paths most of the time.
lasts
lenten wreck
three words
four types of love
Today, the word “love” is overused and undervalued at the same time. We love everything from foods to cars, from movies to retailers, from people to God himself. We may not consciously distinguish one use of love from another, in part because our speech is becoming more and more informal and reduced every year, but it’s important to be intentional about the differences.
it wasn't safe
it's time
“Son,” a voice says. A shadowy figure rustles the darkness in the damp corner and steps forward. Nearby is the lifeless body of Jesus. A few days ago his body was plucked off its crucified perch and given over to Joseph and put into an empty crypt, under a sky swirling with angels. Now this earthen cavity is swollen with two godheads inside.