Monthly Archives: April 2014

Believe

In the Gospel according to John, Mary goes to visit Jesus’s tomb before the sun rises on Sunday, only to find the stone rolled away.  She finds Peter and John.  In response to her news, they race, literally, to the … Continue reading

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Malchus

Malchus.  He was the slave of the high priest.  Simon Peter cut off his ear in a rash moment of frenzied reaction when the priests and guards came with Judas to arrest Jesus.  Simon Peter went a little off the … Continue reading

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Closing Time

Will you let me be your servant?  Let me be as Christ to you? Pray that I might have the grace to let you be my servant too. Tonight began the Triduum, the three days of Maundy Thursday, Good Friday … Continue reading

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The Truth who sets us Free

In the Nicene creed, the creed that many churchgoers proclaim in worship each Sunday, the creed that dates back to the fourth century, only two humans are actually mentioned: Mary and Pilate. For us and for our salvation he came down … Continue reading

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Not a Tame Lion

“Sit here while I go over there and pray,” Jesus tells nine of his disciples as they enter the garden of Gethsemane following the Passover meal. I have to admit that the wording here strikes me as odd.  It is … Continue reading

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Love Never Gives Up

Jerusalem is in an uproar.  That teacher from Galilee has ridden into the city on a donkey to shouts of “Hosanna,” the town has gone Jesus crazy.  Passover celebrations are in full swing and Jesus and his disciples, naturally, are … Continue reading

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Palms on Palm Sunday

Yes.  I want palms on Palm Sunday.  I want a long procession, singing Hosannas, waving my palm in the early morning sunshine of a perfect Atlanta spring day.  And I don’t want my palms folded into little crosses. We aren’t there … Continue reading

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