We can be thankful that our ancestors preserved both accounts for our benefit and didn’t try to edit or exclude because of inconsistencies in their stories. We are richer for the inconsistencies.
It makes me wonder. How different might my life and my faith have been had I been raised in a family with such practices?
Part of our inheritance is a rich tapestry of stories about the appearances of Jesus following his death. …Those appearances continue to this day.
Really, when you get right down to it, everything the priesthood of believers does in bringing the Kingdom of Heaven closer to the reality of Earth, indirectly proclaims the Resurrection.
What other gods have undergone such an ordeal for their people? What other gods have stepped down from their gilded thrones to become the same as any person by whom they were considered a deity? Jesus did, and as a result we have Holy Saturday, the day between death and despair and the day of greatest joy and celebration.
Given our limited insight, resources, and emotional nourishment, most of us are doing just about as well as we can. And we can fail so miserably.
It is tense. This may be the last time Jesus can gather safely with his friends. Betrayal is in the air. What will he do? This is his last chance to teach, to reinforce the message that he has been living all this time.
We should have listened to the prophets, the poet tells a grieving nation.
It’s almost impossible to attack entrenched power straight-on. It must be undermined. Usually its destructive power has to be brought out into the open where everyone can see its brokenness. But that means victims
Like Jesus, we can offer our own pain, our helplessness and hopelessness to God, asking God to use our suffering like God used Jesus’ suffering, for the healing of the world.