Daily Bread

Yesterday was full of lilies and trumpets and joy that felt almost too large to hold.

Easter does not begin with certainty. It begins with a woman walking in the dark.

Holy Saturday is the day the earth holds its breath.

Darkness falls at noon.

John does not give us bread and cup. Instead, he gives us a body bent low.

Jesus prays the Psalms

In my humanity, I do not want to walk away.

This is a sharp turn in the labyrinth.

Palm Sunday begins with a collision of meanings.
For Jewish pilgrims, palms were not decoration. They were memory.

The Apostle Paul writes, “But the fruit of the Spirit is…” — and then he names what look like attributes, but are really evidence. Evidence that Christ is alive in us.