“How can you possibly call yourself a Christian?”

That was an email sent to me by someone I’ve never met in real life, but have corresponded with via social media. Now, I have a whole host of answers ready (I Pet. 3:15, and you can look it up) when I think someone is seeking to judge my level of commitment, but I’m not …

So after Jesus arose…

…to me, Easter is just an odd holiday, but I have always been fond of the Monday after, because that is when the real work began, when the baton was passed, and the early Christians were charged with making things right (and righteous). It struck me on the way to visit my son and his …

The last really good day

I spent Saturday in New York with friends, including one who is a PK. On the train on the way back, she mentioned that she had palms in her garage that she needed to get to church early yesterday morning — Palm Sunday. Easter Week is profoundly sad to me, the kind of sadness that …