“My Friends,”

The Gospel passages have been concise the last three weeks. There are no elaborate story lines or parables. It is simply the rich wisdom of Jesus. In many respects, it is as though Jesus, after having resurrected and made known his presence, sits down with us informally. You can imagine him sitting in front of you … Continue reading “My Friends,”


The disciple unlocked the door. The small group of faithful walked in and sat around the table.  The room was dimly lit, cold, and drab by all appearances. It was reminiscent of that first night, while He was still among them. He unpacked the few belongings for the supper while graciously overhearing the conversation of … Continue reading Memoriam


"They have taken the Lord. They have taken the Lord." It was Mary Magdala's phrase running through his head that kept his feet moving. "It can't be. It can't be true," Peter muttered under his breath. The two disciples ran as fast as they could, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter and arrived at the … Continue reading Daybreak


The day in between. The Chaos. Taunting. Jeering. Nailing. Piercing. Blood and water flowing. "It is finished." And bowing his head, Jesus handed over the spirit (John 19:30). Silence resounding. Birds chirping. Green moss growing on the rock where I sit; waiting; praying. A new tomb where He now laid his head. A stone rolled … Continue reading Vigil