New Life is Coming
Apr14

New Life is Coming

My father-in-law was in town a few weeks ago. We took him up to the Blue Ridge Parkway one day to explore the mountains and its trails. Spring has just started and the trees are still barren and dry leaves still litter the ground. Yet, there were signs of spring. The season of Easter in the life of the church reminds us that in the midst of barrenness and dry ground, new life is springing. This new life is a hope that drives us to...

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Empty Eggs
Apr28

Empty Eggs

Death is swallowed up in victory. O death where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory? (1 Corinthians 15:54-55) When I was a kid all of us cousins would hunt Easter Eggs at our grandparents’ on Easter day. It was what made Easter Easter. As we got older the hunting got more challenging and our parents got more creative. But the end game was always the same. Candy! A few weeks ago Kara, my children’s ministry...

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Stranger Among Us
Apr24

Stranger Among Us

Read Luke 24:13-35. The two travelers in our text were walking from Jerusalem to Emmaus in the broad daylight of Sunday, yet they were still walking in the shadows of Friday.  They were tangled up in disappointment, grief, fear, confusion, and the list could go on.  The man they thought would redeem their people had been nailed to a cross.  The man they thought would bring them a new way of life was sealed in a borrowed tomb.  And now...

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Easter Feet
Apr22

Easter Feet

“But, go, tell his disciples, and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.” (Mark 16:7) A few weeks ago my friend Jennifer posted on Facebook a quote from her daughter. The three year old had placed two Easter eggs on her feet and declared, “Look, Mommy! I have Easter feet!” So adorable and innocent. And theological. Mary Magdalene and the other women at the...

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Resurrection Hope
Apr20

Resurrection Hope

Read John 20:1-18. Easter will forever be a deeply personal day for me. Thirteen years ago on Easter Sunday, I was congregated in the choir loft of the small United Methodist Church I grew up in. I had promised my Aunt Polly that though I was starting a new job that week at another church, I would sing Easter Sunday in the choir. It was in that choir loft that had an encounter with Jesus that gave me new eyes. For the previous seven...

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