Ponderings

After settling in at a friend’s house in Indy last night, I went to bed watching some clips from Les Misérables (my favorite musical, which explains why the music is still running through my head this morning). But there’s a “feel-good” moment in the play

Pilate then called together the chief priests, the leaders, and the people and said to them, “You brought me this man as one who was inciting the people, and here I have examined him in your presence and have not found this man guilty of

Many of you already know this day. You know about the upper room. The shared meal at the table. The bread and the cup. The towel and the basin. The garden, the prayer, the kiss of betrayal, the arrest. The Last Supper isn’t unfamiliar territory.

Before the meditation begins: God’s happy April Fool’s Day to NWI – “You thought spring was here??? Welcome back to winter! Hahaha.” And now, we get to the quiet before the breaking. The Gospels don’t give us details about what Jesus and the disciples did

It’s Tuesday of Holy Week. Tuesday feels heavier somehow. If Monday was disruption, Tuesday is confrontation. Jesus returns to the temple in Jerusalem, but this time the tension is no longer boiling beneath the surface. It’s spoken aloud, sharpened into questions, challenges, and traps. What

Monday of Holy Week feels strangely in-between. It’s just another day, and yet there’s a quiet weight of what is coming. Yesterday, there were palms and shouts of Hosanna. Today, the cheers have gone silent, and the tension begins to build. Jesus’s triumphal entry into

Last night I was late getting home. I was tired, and it was downright nasty out. The temperature was dropping like a … well, I can’t think of a metaphor right now … and it was windy and raining. So, as Tori greeted at the

After Bible study last night, I was mindlessly flipping through television channels and landed on Roman Holiday, starring Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn. I spent a few minutes watching the film, looking at 1950s images of a Rome I visited 40 years later. Despite the

“What if God was one of us?” (Joan Osborne) It’s the central question in the song One of Us, which asks several questions about God. But this one forms the common thread throughout the song. If God had a face, what would it look like?