by Minoka Gunesekera
Read Exodus 12:1-14
Many times when I go home from seminary I eat with my closest friends and family. It has become almost a ritual. The food and the actions may not be very unique, but when my community gathers for a meal it shows me an example of God’s love and devotion. And those moments of love I hold in my heart when I am away and I feel like I am about to walk into an “impending plague” or a time of trial. Just like the memory of these meals, God’s protection follows us when we feel like we need to be rescued, not because we did anything to deserve it but because that is God’s expression of mercy.
by Brett Witcher
Read John 2:13-22
January 21, 2013 was one of the most difficult days of my life. It was one of those cold, dreary days where all you can see is gray and it feels as if you will never escape the wind that persistently cuts like a knife. Around 11:00am, dressed in my gray suit, I stood—nervous and unsure if I could get through the next few minutes—before a crowd of family and friends and began officiating the funeral of my mentor, my best friend, and my grandpa, J.C. Witcher. It’s difficult to remember exactly what was said as I tried to tell stories that reflected the life of one of the most compassionate people I had ever met. The thing I do remember sharing is the greatest lesson J.C. taught me. While he was devout in practicing the disciplines (especially prayer and reading scripture), the one thing grandpa always embodied was the truth and understanding that to follow the way of Jesus means a continual overturning of tables in our lives, so that our love for God and people can be renewed and deepened again and again. If our rules, customs, and traditions cause us to exclude or fear another person then maybe we need to rethink and redefine the meaning.