The good news of Good Friday for Easter Monday (and every other day)
I wrote last week how this year I couldn’t mourn the cross. Then I found myself in the Maundy Thursday service, reaching for one Kleenex after another. I wasn’t mourning…
Why I can’t mourn the cross this year. . . and what I do mourn
I’ve mourned it in the past, stood at the foot of the cross and ached for Jesus’ suffering, agonized over my sin that crushed him. I thought that the more…
When God says no to say yes
There it is, chipped right into the stony sidewalk, the reminder that sometimes God's love comes in the form of a breaking, His "yes" spelled out first with the letters…